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Another College Poem
I at least partially don’t agree with it now. Or call it perilously close to a weasel way out of obediance. But perhaps that was my point.
1:39 AM 2/12/88
So would you, if Christ were sitting right here
Be doing this same without any fear
that he’d think you a fool to be watching this face
and if you had doubts he’d remove every trace
And you’d know by his voice
That you had not a choice
But to do just what he had said
Yes, Yes, I know, it’s true, I agree.
But he is not here to tell it to me
So thus I must ask myself this:
Is this face lovely?
Is this face godly?
Does this face cause you to sin?
And sir, my answer:
This face, no perfection
But with some inspection
The sin part is not brought within
And if every face, reflecting a sin
Must be removed, then look again
That other face, of which you view
Must go as well, it must go, too.
So what have we left?
We now are bereft,
Of all things that can entertain
Can we all then keep
Our dreams, yet not sleep?
I hope so, again and again
And if there’s no cure,
we’ll find out for sure,
When we’re dead, Ma’am, when we are dead