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