The Paradox of the Jewish Youth

There is a disturbing discrepancy Between mortals and the spirit world, Such as the eternal salvation of man From the curse of sin and its hold. The paradox of a meek virgin conceiving After being by the Spirit overshadowed, And then a perfect chap is born in a manger Is a narrative of its own peculiar mode. That in death life was made everlasting And in suffering relief was won, Is a creed that requires bravery to embrace, And great conviction to believe in such a One. Perhaps the reason why I believe in Him Is because he only asks that I believe, Perchance I would abandon my little faith If was not a mortal so powerless and naïve. And perhaps the reason why you believe in Him Is because you only want to look fashionable enough, Or are simply totally unsure of your afterlife And fear finding the Judgment Panel so solemn tough. And maybe your preacher finds it even harder to believe The tall story he has been telling strangers day by day, And he maybe he would quit being a peddler of funny tales Had he another way to earn his keep and his expenses pay. Perhaps the reason why pagans and agnostics refuse to accept The story of this Immortal Chap who is reportedly the way and truth, Is because they find it a bit safer to believe in nothing at all Than to place such great stakes on the escapades of a Jewish Youth. Now there’s the little matter of the Helper, The benign Spirit who descended on the Pentecost To prove without doubt that the Chap indeed was God, But then He’s still unseen, and any may claim his presence. I do not write to spurn the endless graces of the sky Nor to quash my eligibility to eternal breath, I without blasphemy observe the uncertainties facing man And his innocent inquiry into life after death. To believe in this Jewish Chap who forgave also the unborn Is a risky business, and one of the greatest tragedies by the way; The only bigger tragedy being your refusal to believe in Him And yet find Him at the gates of Paradise on the Judgment Day.