Bin Laden's fate is sealed

Here is the first draft of a little rhyme that I wrote today. It's not good poetry, and I don't know if it's good theology. But it's honest...

“Bin Laden’s Fate is Sealed”

Osama Bin Laden dead,

I’m nodding my head,

A nod is a yes,

Yet God is the best

Judge of what is right,

Which is not always might.

But let me be truthful:

I think it is useful

That Osama is dead;

His only gift to all was dread.

His absence makes my heart

            grow fonder

Of Armed Forces—

            which makes me wonder:

When is violence good or bad?

Should I be happy?

            Or should I be sad?

Sometimes it’s hard to decide

            what to do.

And sometimes it’s not really

            up to you.

Compassion is not as simple

As some would have you believe.

I’m glad that our Navy Seals

Assisted him to take his leave.

I don’t know what Jesus would have done.

I’m just glad that Osama is gone.

Sometimes my idealism

    Breaks under the weight

Of concern for the common good;

    Perfection will have to wait.

Osama Bin Laden is a child of God

Who got lost on the road of hate;

Fundamentalism directed him around a curve,

When he should have been going straight.

I bid farewell to one named Osama.

I tip my hat to Mr. Obama.

We’re all on the stage of life’s great Drama;

We speak our lines and pause at a comma.

But I admit: It does not give me pause

That Osama is dead. Period.

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