Whatever
written for BAC2ONE 2015
“Whatever,” I said,
and flopped on my bed,
flipped open my Bible
and sighed.
“Whatever, she said,
put the crown on her head
walked up to the king
– risked her life.
“Whatever,” he cries,
walks around seven times
gives a blow from the trumpets
– they fall.
“Whatever,” intoned
by the man who was stoned
in the streets of Jerus’lem
that day.
“Whatever,” she wept
on his feet, hair unkempt
quickly drying the tears
as they fall.
“Whatever,” they say,
drop their nets, go his way,
be a fisher of men,
heed the call.
“Whatever,” he said.
Up the mountain he lead
his dear son, and he raised up
the blade.
“Whatever you say,
God I’ll do it your way.”
I snapped shut the Bible
and stood.
Whatever he said –
I’d go just where he lead.
Though it’s hard, it will always
be good.
“Whatever,” I said,
and flopped on my bed,
flipped open my Bible
and sighed.
“Whatever, she said,
put the crown on her head
walked up to the king
– risked her life.
“Whatever,” he cries,
walks around seven times
gives a blow from the trumpets
– they fall.
“Whatever,” intoned
by the man who was stoned
in the streets of Jerus’lem
that day.
“Whatever,” she wept
on his feet, hair unkempt
quickly drying the tears
as they fall.
“Whatever,” they say,
drop their nets, go his way,
be a fisher of men,
heed the call.
“Whatever,” he said.
Up the mountain he lead
his dear son, and he raised up
the blade.
“Whatever you say,
God I’ll do it your way.”
I snapped shut the Bible
and stood.
Whatever he said –
I’d go just where he lead.
Though it’s hard, it will always
be good.