My standard jest
had been for many years:
" … if the Psalms were
good enough for Jesus
then they are good enough for me."
In Sunday school
Pastor taught us
Deuteronomy
was His greatest influence.
We are made less cute by insight.
How dearly we love sacrifice
from which we benefit.
History's spot light
may well be drawn
to that we love,
but what we love
may well be
far from truth
especially truth
that sets the moral compass
to true North.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem