The Word, A Lover's Exhortation
Well! What do you say, honey?
I believe that I say it right.
It is God alone Who knows
The one dimensionality - the real tragedy -
The empty when we call upon the soul.
Only He can quell the hunger, quench the thirst.
But, sweetheart, hey! I tell you now.
Forget it! Fly straight!
Think of the Frick with its fabulous El Greco,
Small though that one painting is, it amply captures the fury,
When Jesus castigates the money changers.
The Word is clear.
No man may serve two masters.
God loves the prisoner, the downcast, the lame.
He loves the lilies of the field.
Grass need not care how it clothes itself.
Though great it may be to be King, what profit in it,
When the first shall be last and those with least,
Most, and beggars shall inherit the earth,
And children be fountains of wisdom?
We have seen the sorry example, what terrible precept!
Celebrated priests and magistrates have not known the Lord,
Yet once He had stood right there before them.
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