I'M a Christian, You'Re a Christian

I’m a Christian; you’re a Christian; fine with me you don’t think so, You’re a child of God that loves you, “…Out of Jail…,” “Advance to Go,” No one says, “We’ve got no limits!” Boundaries? Of course, there are! Earth, for now, God’s children’s playground, daylight honors just one star. Poetry is where I hang out most of these retirement days Just dip toes in to taste my humor, faith, and logic (Science craze!) Though rhythms here I deem a virtue, meter’s rules get slightly bent by mass that acts in four dimensions. Talk to God (Who owns) I rent! I’m a poet; you’re a poet! Models guide; God’s TRUTH’s unknown, for God loves atheists/agnostics. Does “Faith” make one judge of me? “Wax on, wax off” I’m just a novice! Pope, too, sits by telephone (still begging God to call him someday!) Science, Bible's poetry! Bible faults creep through translators, from first texts AND minds of man. All translators carry baggage! Hitler’s sure his thoughts are fine! Science texts aren’t just translations; peer reviews check all they can (don’t rely on “truths” but Nature!) Satan spawns no Valentine. Brian Johnston November 19, 2022 Poet’s Notes: A fun collage of meter and rhyme. Check it out!