The Faith of Monkey-Me

What I might think, what I might do

Is heaven’s gain or loss, and so,

I walk, and walk, and walk

The Stations of the Cross

 

That I'm condemned to die seems fair:

I come; therefore, I go �" I just don’t get

The part about a monkey’s need to know

 

I carry burdens so extreme that I am sure to fail:

I falter, fall, and then resume my role as God’s bent nail

And I go mute when He assumes the lead in everything,

As I would wag a lying tongue when his dear angels sing

But worst of all, it is a show the other monkeys see �"

Those Stations of the Blessed Cross,[1] 

The faith of monkey-me.

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[1] A Catholic devotion that commemorates Christ’s last day on earth.