| The Apostle Paul's
Phylacteries
by Marshall Beeber

Feb. 23, 1998
This poem is a narrative,
designed to make you smile.
But if a verse gives you a frown,
then ponder for a while.
A Messianic rabbi emailed to me his
thought,
about my recent poetry which made
him so distraught.
He told me the Apostle Paul was
never truly seen,
to eat a food unkosher or touch a
thing unclean.
Immediately I discerned this point
of incredulity
To be a statement of belief devoid
of honesty.
How could this man ignore the facts
just begging to be read,
It must be his theology has made
him turn his head.
But I replied with gentleness, a
story I construed.
Of a man whom I knew once, whose
belief's I did reprove.
He said he had the utmost proof of
Jesus' origin,
Of Ethiopian descent and with the
blackest skin.
But tersely I proved otherwise, the
matter to dispatch,
I showed my poor opponent that he
was not my match.
My victory was stolen in this
misconceived debate.
I should have kept my mouth shut,
but regrets were now too late.
The man's beliefs were fixed upon
his fragile little yarn,
The victory that I had gained had
not been worth the harm.
I emailed back this story to the
rabbi to relate,
That all the truth that we behold,
May not be worth debate.
If we can just appreciate the soul
that we approach,
When loving wisdom we express,
The truth we will promote.
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