The Joke & the Divine
Young Mary told a naughty joke…
The Reverend heard her as she spoke.
In stern rebuke, he raised his hand,
with eloquence gave reprimand,
and when that great Divine had done,
he walked away and stood alone…
He thought upon her clever wit,
and, quite unholy, laughed a bit.
He bowed his head in bitter shame…
and then, poor man, he laughed again!
Copyright© 2020 by Cheryl Batavia
This poem was written when I was in high school, about 1966. I remembered it when I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep. I am not sure whether my father, who was a minister, was pleased when I teased him by writing this poem. However, he may well have laughed about it when I was not around! He did have a sense of humor.