I Don’t Pretend to be Perfect

I don’t pretend to be a theologian.

Maybe I am.

I don’t pretend to be a philosopher.

Maybe I am.

I don’t pretend to be a journalist.

I know I’m not.

I don’t pretend to use perfect grammar.

I definitely don’t.

 

An unlearned man could

Find some ecclesiastical truth.

A man who got a B in philosophy

Could rediscover truth.

A person who doesn’t report on the news

Could find something newsworthy.

A man who makes a few dozen spelling or grammar mistakes

Could possibly be a good writer.

 

A lot of faux intellectuals have posited their claims

Into the meanings of scripture.

A lot of men who don’t know what Existentialism or Platonism are

Could have said, and gotten successful, with their brands of philosophy.

A lot of news journalists could have missed

The blatant facts, and never put them together.

And I know there have been writers who don’t use punctuation.

 

I hope one day to join the conversation

But as a still, little voice

And not a Fabius Maximus on a megaphone.