Poem July 3, 1978 Issue

The command

Lona Ingwerson

Be ye therefore perfect, Jesus said.

What a ridiculous suggestion!
Obviously he wouldn't understand my problem,
its intensity, its duration,
its name.

Be ye therefore perfect.

Of course, that wasn't merely a suggestion,
it was worded as a command.
Why would he command of anyone,
the impossible?

He wouldn't; he didn't.

He knew more of man than I yet see.
In his eyes there were no problems.
In his eyes all were perfect,
are perfect.

He was only demanding
that we claim what he saw,
our wholeness, our peace,
our freedom.

Be ye therefore perfect.

Lona Ingwerson

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