Confession is good for the sole of a foot.
I hope you can cope well when my foot is put
to task. If you ask me a question I'll say,
“Walk a while. Wear a smile. Have a great day
wherever you are, whether far or much nearer.”
I don't know how I could make this any clearer.
If love is the law, then love who you will,
but if you ask me, Jesus was king of the hill.
Anybody can run flat, and anyone can coast,
but should it ever come to that, he loved hills the most.
Hills are where he hit his stride, and hills are when he stretched,
so hills are how I show a pride and joy that you will catch
when you see my rhyming time each word, measured precisely,
ascend your stares, as each rhyme climbs to reach its peak quite nicely.
Peek, and see through poetry, past Jesus’ feat, and climbing.
As sermons mount, start to count how many times my rhyming
references my deference to such religious practice
as to expose the feat. My toes show just how long I have been at this.
“Seeing the crowds, he went up on the mountain, and when he sat down, his disciples came to him”
Matthew 5:1