Divine Detachment

 One day the Great Designer sought
His Clerk of Birth and Death.

Said he: "Two souls are in my thought,
to whom I gave life-breath.

I deemed my work was fitly done,
But yester-eve I saw
That in the finished brain of one
There was a tiny flaw.


"It worried me, and I would know,
Since I am all to blame,
What happened to them down below,
Of honour or of shame;
For if the later did befall,
My sorrow will be grave .
 .
 .
"
Then numbers astronomical
unto the Clerk he gave.


The Keeper of the Rolls replied:
"Of them I've little trace;
But one he was a Prince of pride
And one of lowly race.

One was a Holy Saint proclaimed;
For one no hell sufficed .
 .
 .
 .

Let's see - the last was Nero named,
The other .
 .
 .
 Jesus Christ.
"

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