meet

Jesus had no literary agent
To push his message for a few shekels
But he too needed friends
"On the night he was betrayed"

With friends like these,
They like to quip,
With poets like me
Who stumble rhythm and rhyme...

But I, like the member of a choir
Who sings loud and out of tune
But whose earnestness is not in doubt
Will keep reflecting on what is in my heart:

The wish in silent night
To soar and meet Him.