Sympathy for the Heretic

Sympathy for the Heretic

I heard old St. Nick once punched you.
But I’d like to think
that he’d admit it was
an overreaction.

Did he even know you?

See
I don’t think you wanted the world
or power
or money
or sex
[and those are the things that get bishops’ ears].

I think you just wanted to
neatly fold thingsĀ like
a napkin, on your lap
but not only your lap, not for you
but for your people to eat at the Table.

You
with your pastor’s heart.

But then again.
I wasn’t there.
I really don’t know your heart.