I profess an interest in it all,
The world-wide symphony of things,
The good, the hopeless and the small,
The crass cacophony that sings.
I hope for you, the not so tall
And the always about to win,
I wish them honey for their gall,
A sweeter sacrifice in sin.
I give to you, my maudlin man,
Love, that you might use it well
On malcontent and also ran,
A Jesus kind of joy in Hell.
I hand it out with great élan,
A little largesse for each day,
The doing well of what I can,
The loving faith in what it may.
This poem first appeared in Meanjin, 1968.
A Jesus Kind of Joy
28 October 2013