238 The center of it

Posted on February 10, 2016 by Ken Greenman

When the band goes home at 3:00 AM,
what matters?
Not how well they jazzed their riffs
but how our dance kept beat.
When the preacher prays,”…all say Amen.”,
what matters?
Not his harmonious exigesus,
but what gospel joy we felt.
When a soldier falls in battle,
what matters?
Not the justness of the war,
but how bravely did he fight.
No exterior rubric ought to verdict
our success.
What matters?
How accurate our interior compass.

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