Ph: Faith: Tiny Flaws? Poem by Brian Johnston

I'd bet dollars to donuts mine's smaller than yours
(am I still on the subject of flaws?) 'Not my Quark! '
though sharp eyes of beholder's perceptions may spark
an outpouring of 'magical mystery tours! '

Are you getting my drift (do you see where I've been,
can you guess where I'm headed? My muse is on track;
though its rails may toast 'quantum of solace' (for lack
of great metaphor) . Physicists spin less toward sin?

Do more ‘Charmed' quarks get ‘hadrons' when coupling with queer
(same as ‘Strange? ') And if ‘Up' mates with ‘Down' is it clear
who's more ‘Bottom, ' on ‘Top? ' 'Oh my God, I can't stop! '
So much charge in their depths, they must ‘preon' or pop!

Dad was sad (but I'm glad) I did not spawn a child
to bring other souls pain (if a flaw one more mild?)
Still, men sin till they die! Grace through Christ? Still, we lie!
Let me lay my misdeeds at Christ's feet with a sigh!


Brian Johnston
26th of November in 2022