Poem based on 20th Sunday after Pentecost Mark 10: 17-30

Give me a lever long enough

and a place to stand

and I can move the world.

I can do it,

I have figured it all out

on paper.
There are only two problems,

no one has a lever long enough

and there is no place to stand.

No Place To Stand!

And I shudder at the thought

of limitations.

I have been able to do it all

before.

I have run the race well.

Only to come to this point

on the edge of nothingness,

and everything.

And I find the sign

--(All things)

road closed,

can I fail now

After all I have done

--(are possible)

by myself?

--(with God)