Poem

Upon Perusing a Volume of Systematic Theology

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……….If I feel
critics with their wintry Wissenschaft
…..have plundered better texts
…..…..than they’ve written,
studding their articles with jargon
…..and writing sentences as
…..…..inert as argon,

…..…..what must God
feel browsing centuries of theology,
…..to say almost nothing
…..…..of televised sermons,
illiterate tracts, or streetcorner cardboard
…..signs in deranged Sharpie,
…..…..all of them

……….impervious to facts?
The equanimous rain keeps falling,
…..patting the ravers’ backs,
…..…..sogging the just
and unjust, drenching the theologasters
…..who dryly keep slogging
…..…..through their cacography

…..…..as they must,
quaint delvers into thorny Quellenforschung
…..who, although they shed
…..…..no light on
the Godhead, dodge falling wholly
…..penured and sometimes even
…..…..wind up tenured.

…..…..What I want
to tell every Besserwisser blind
…..to Zwischenraum or drained
…..…..of Wundersucht is,
Use your own words! Cantificate!
…..(Although I know, God-wise,
…..…..they’re all loanwords.)