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Why - tell me Why?
Why was I born a Christian mother's fruit?
Within a certain era of our time?
Why am I not of Oriental blood,
This is my question in the present rhyme.
Why is it that that I came to live
And to be born in present century.
In a milieu that Lord was pleased to give,
While planning for me in eternity.
Why am I not the daughter of a king-
Of eras past,- a-hugging reign and throne?
But to musicians born that stick and cling,
To sound produced and quality of tone.
Why was I not born in a Zulu shack,
Or sing Rig Vedas and not Litanies,
Why is it I am white, not brown nor black.
And cannot help diverse proclivities?
Why is there no one when I grieve and hurt,
While others in abundance, happily
Support each other with consoling words
Of relatives, big kin and family?
Ah since the dawn of time all mankind lived,-
What kind of faith had they, what kind of creed?
They suffered loved and struggled and they grieved,
How were they comforted in want and need?
The ancients without concepts - concepts too
Had first to grow, develop and expand,
With concepts absent, - absent is the Noo-
Condemned to live as Dullards,- ignorant.
Lo! in the fullness of our time came Christ,
The question: what about all those before,
No concepts, how were they evangelized?
Or did they seek their weal by myth and lore?
This question I believe is rather grave,
Some live in fullness and some were deprived,
And lived to time-bound ignorance a slave.
Whhile some in Revelation's glory thrived.
What concepts later had the blind Homer?
Of mankind�s final sort and destiny,
And Aeschylus, what God did they declare?-
Their era knew no Christianity.
I ask: were all these innocents at fault
To have no zealous missionary met,
In order for them to be "called",
And shine as Wisdom's Poet Laureate?.
I guess few pious people ponder this,
The Stone Man could not be self-satisfied,
No concepts yet, thus neither means wherewith
To bask in cups brim full of true faith's light.
Why, tell me why, this great discrepancy,
Why time-bound privileged and learned Elite?-
All mankind strives for immortality,
And joy , -dear churches come - acknowledge it!
Too rare are those that deign to ponder this,-
If God has firmly all existence planned,
Should they not all inherit life and bliss?
With Him alone, the Lord as final end.
(c) Elizabeth Dandy
