We have no weapon for that
By Willie James King, USA.
I wasn’t feeling at all low
that day I stepped inside
a buzzing bistro, penniless,
learning to be penitent that
so many had so much less
when I squandered money,
to thrive on the energy of
being able to. no one there
probably knew though; yet,
I needed that experience
to further tame my lofty ego.
I am changing the way I
look at things, and am so
glad to learn my place in
the ways of men who can’t
control their lives anymore
than they can waft a wind.
And, right now, as I write
this, sun outside my open
window lies. Ike is ashore,
tearing through Texas just
as we tore through Iraq; and
we have no weapon for that.
(c.), Willie James King,
first published in The Mennonite.
subsequently elsewhere.
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