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.