In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.

A case of the tail dogging the wag.

You owe it to all of us all get on with what you're good at.

To save your world you asked this man to die; would this man, could he see you now, ask why?

May it not be that, just as we have to have faith in Him, God has to have faith in us and, considering the history of the human race so far, may it not be that 'faith' is even more difficult for Him than it is for us?

I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-Second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives; The unmentiona