I <br /> <br />They met and they talked where the crossroads meet, <br />Four men from the four winds come, <br />And they talked of the horse, for they loved the theme, <br />And never a man was dumb. <br />The man from the North loved the strength of the horse, <br />And the man from the East his pace, <br />And the man from the South loved the speed of the horse, <br />And the man from the West his grace. <br /> <br />So these four men from the four winds come, <br />Each paused a space in his course <br />And smiled in the face of his fellow man <br />And lovingly talked of the horse. <br />Then each man parted and went his way <br />As their different courses ran; <br />And each man journeyed with peace in his heart <br />And loving his fellow man. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />They met the next year where the crossroads meet, <br />Four men from the four winds come: <br />And it chanced as they met that they talked of God, <br />And never a man was dumb. <br />One imagined God in the shape of a man. <br />A spirit did one insist. <br />One said that nature itself was God. <br />One said that he didn’t exist. <br /> <br />They lashed each other with tongues that stung, <br />That smote as with a rod; <br />Each glared in the face of his fellow man, <br />And wrathfully talked of God. <br />Then each man parted and went his way, <br />As their different courses ran; <br />And each man journeyed with wrath in his heart, <br />And hating his fellow man.<br /><br />Sam Walter Foss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/odium-theologicum/
