All When Good Men Do Nothing Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

All When Good Men Do Nothing



Strange, how that in valley ball, I always use to win
Boys would chase me round the school and back again
But when it came to true-love I’ve been at a disadvantage
The good men, who did nothing, left it for fools advantage

Yet God had a prophet marry an ‘unfaithful’ prostitute
And I married a sold-out fool, that wasn’t such a hoot
It’s not that I’m competitive, except when it come to God
I started young confronting Him about my Authority Rod

Do others really now see me, a kingdom whole, complete
When grief, for past fool’s fancy, has tied me to Christ feet
Surrendering all, He knows the wall, to shelter me from pain
Has destiny kept me locked away or was it defence of distain

Men wish to put me on a pedestal or either beneath them, low
I’ve travelled far, beyond the stars, to see where I must go
There’s only one thing I hate, that’s silence from no response
Truth’s priority (biblically) would seem of no real relevance

Men leave me alone thinking I could never descend their level
Destiny calls me higher when all I need is a mate, God’s bevel
Silly to want a mate my own when all I need is comfort, shown
Til counting the cost of my walk with God, of hatred blown

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Will Barber 21 July 2006

A fantastically accomplished poem in form. The message is deep, resonant - and admirable. A multi-layered wonder of a poem - passionate as the dying-and reviving myth of Adonis/Osiris/Christ. Men worship the goddess, then defile her. At their peril. Baucis and Philemon, being old, were allowed to live together by a merciful god who recognised their sweet, eternal love - and enjoyed their hospitality. They grew together as entwined trees. So may it be with you. And your love. Love, Will

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