A Beautiful Story
They said God did not hate us, after all,
They said we had to suffer to be free,
They said our sins were from a happy fall,
And if it isn’t true, it ought to be.
In all the universes there could be,
There must be one that in the fall of chance
Made up exactly the machinery
Of God in his wild joyful dance.
They said he was a baby at the breast
Of an unwedded girl of low degree,
They said he was the meaning of the quest,
And if it isn’t true, it ought to be.
And if this universe is one of those
That never had a lover at its heart,
Still, maybe, we should live as if he chose
Us for his coming from the very start.
They said he came among us just to die
As we do, but make death a jubilee.
They said our griefs all have a reason why,
And if it isn’t true, it ought to be.
They said he only left us to be free,
And if it isn’t true, it ought to be.
Frederick Turner |
