Intelligencia

Everyone is intelligent Of this, histories are reminiscent You know something I don't And I too have something to front Then comes the flowery ideal of the idealist To be straight-faced by the reality of the realist And you wonder as you watch in mime Whether you were born before or after your time Some assert their point across And soft spoken reason suffers loss Some claim to be a voice for the voiceless Claiming to air the point of the pointless Some know how, others know what Some have the world round and others flat Some reside in the serenity of thought and deed Others on the podiums of herald and creed All these are the plenitude of God's Grace Our striving comprehension is His Master ace As we behold Him doing a new thing One time a lifting shout, another a jingling ring The greatest of a time may become a hazy memory Or a legend commanding some unfaded glory But all in all be not he that the enemy mildly sifts When you hold back your ministration by your gifts. K. Muitherero.