Today May Not Be Ripe

Maybe when I am old
I will put away the straight jacket

And put on a red shoe
And a green one
With odd socks

And a bright yellow top
Over my fat belly

Not caring and being pleased

With this humanity
Gift in whom God
Takes great delight

I will lay bare the heart

The divine word written
There

And being loved
And giving in to it
All of the time

I will live the threefold Love
Of God and you and me

Let there be no maybe about it
And let no addict in me
Put off life until tomorrow

Today may not be ripe
For gaudy dressing and other
Forms of mad freedom

But this is the day
And now is the time
Of grace

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