Anti-War Vigil

Protesting a criminal war
Won’t move a tyrant’s heart.
But hands holding tapers
Are common will shapers.
Surf pounding upon the land,
In time grinds rock to sand.

Evangelist

On the sidewalk of a busy street, I was stopped by an intense young man, who assured me that if I would but believe in Jesus. The almighty would then make me whole when the blows of remorseless fate overwhelmed my weary soul. He knew beyond a doubt, he said, I walked my path in constant dread of that terror-filled last gasp. But faith in Christ would melt all fear away like sun the morning mist and gain for me eternity in the land of unending bliss. I, recalling paradox of quantum, the enigma--gravity, Dr. Heisenberg’s uncertainty, the maze of the human heart, was embarrassed by this arrogance; He, a mortal, presuming to comprehend, the intentions of the universe.