Sympathy for the Heretic
I heard old St. Nick once punched you.
But I’d like to think
that he’d admit it was
Did he even know you?
I don’t think you wanted the world
[and those are the things that get bishops’ ears].
I think you just wanted to
neatly fold things like
a napkin, on your lap
but not only your lap, not for you
but for your people to eat at the Table.
with your pastor’s heart.
But then again.
I wasn’t there.
I really don’t know your heart.