.
The T is not a score -
that changes in its core.
It IS the whole, nothing less and also nothing more.
T is not a history,
that lives a mystery.
God KNOWS every detail and through them He can see.
Now do not make a fuss.
This poem is for us.
Nothing we can do or say will change so don't discuss.
What's in your little head -
the universe instead?
What pride has taken you on down the 'primrose path' instead?
You believe you know it all.
Don't holler as you fall.
Only One can see your feeble fate and make the real call.
So we feel not at all,
That love that stands so tall.
We've axed God down with our own pride - glad to see Him fall.
Our boasting sure can part.
Our hearts so far apart,
And the truth from every niche - from the center of our heart.
T is not a big 'ol fish,
that grows from eager wish,
T is just the little one that hardly filled the dish.
Like drops in the bucket,
We really are all wet.
The ocean is the real truth. We're nothing as of yet.
©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
ganderpoems.org
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