Mack Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
Ubi Eras?
Job 38:4
Their
recycled mockery casually slips
Around
your soul, coolly, as in an ad For the season’s fashionable heresy:
Docetism? Yes, after Labor Day,
But Pelagianism’s this week’s thing,
With a subtle twist of Monophysitism,
Or perhaps a hint of existential despair
At noon, to take you through your busy life.
They’ll
never suggest that you clothe your soul
With
the coarse monastic habit of faithIn Him Who has always believed in you.
You needn’t try to impress Him at all,
For though He thunders entire worlds into being
With less than a flung synapse of His thought,
To you His truth he whispers in His love.
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