at the end,
just before the bell
rings,
i bring my blue books
(filled with
observations from my favorite
theologs;
answers [copied almost word-for-word]
from the 2 volumes
Calvin wrote;
quotations from all the
parables
you gave over the length
of the course [just to prove
i was paying attention,
though my eyes appeared
closed];
minutes from all the judicatory
meetings and committees
i attended;
copies of all the sermons
where i managed to turn the
good news
into gobbledygook)
up to your desk,
where you set them on top
of all the others,
and taking a match
you set them all on fire,
as
you tap me on the
chest, asking,
'what's in here?'
(c) 2012 Thom M. Shuman
Thursday, September 13, 2012
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