by Douglas Webber
In the beginning
Out of the dust of my life
HE, I created Him
(SHE was a temptress)
A little bit of
My father’s distance
My grandfather’s silence
My sister’s rage
My mother’s literalism and moralism
Father church, of course, helped
With the work ethic
Avoiding THEM out there in the world.
Enter Jesus, stage left,
(I didn’t create him)
With Paul and Augustine’s help
I let him become a cheap magician
Doing a trick, a little sleight of hand
Substituting his King of Hearts for my Jack of Spades
How did he do that?
(He had it up his theologic sleeve, right side).
I let the results guy, Bill Bright, tell me
God had a wonderful plan for my life
I have to get off the Throne of my life
Let Jesus parachute onto it
There’s a plan but I’m not part of it.
In the stick diagram
The throne looks like a toilet.
I’m told what Jesus really said
Hardly heard over all the hoo-ha, was:
“Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,
For I am gentle and humble of spirit,
And you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light”