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Come In, Come In My Friends
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Come in, come in my friends Let us talk of gods and men. But I must warn you: I ride the dragon Confucius cannot tame; I sail upon the wind the Buddha cannot calm; I folic upon Jesus’ throne, while peering from my Olympic home, but view Olympus from time and cause whose whence and why I cannot know. So come in my friends Let us talk of gods and men. If you come to teach and learn, come in, come in; else go away so as to not waste my time with god. |
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I wrote this to welcome two young Mormon boys on their church mission of spreading the word of Mormon. In Woodstock Square, they gave me a Book of Mormon and asked if they could come to my house to talk of God. I said sure. When they arrived I handed them this note. Before I had a chance to explain the symbolism, they ran out the door like dogs with tails between their legs. I guess they did not want to talk about God. posted at HelloPoetry |