Poetry: “The UnChosen” by Judson Jerome

For those hankering for “athy” poetry, here’s a selection by Judson Jerome selection_491 whose incisive wit and entendre stand out in this particular work. Do enjoy.

The Unchosen

I guess I have a deficiency. God never
said boo to me when as a boy I stood
straining in church with muscular endeavor
for the sweet squirt of salvation. I never could
see why He spoke to this or that old lady,

sending her, hallelujah, down the aisle.
Was I alone in the congregation vile?
Or was their claim of spirit something shady?
And now when I read poets who simply Know,
drinking their imagery from God’s own cup,

whose poems “just come,” and then, like Topsy, grow,
whereas I always have to make them up,
with never a tremor saying Break this line
or Save this phrase, regardless of its beat,
hear no obscurities which seem Divine,

and, knowing not God’s measure, still count feet,
I yearn that reason give me some relief
(besides those lapses when my mind, not soul,
is not so much inspired as out of control).
Non-linear God, help Thou my unbelief!

Judson Jerome

From The Village: New and Selected Poems,
Dolphin-Moon Press, (c) 1987. This poem is in the
public domain.

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