22 NOVEMBER 1986, Page 37
God Help Us
In the middle of one of those Interminable domestic wrangles The words 'God is Love' Come from some odd space Between slander and accusation Like a song of irrelevance.
One might just as well contemplate The Theology of the Trinity On a wet day: Me late for work, The children late for school, And all of us withering under The verbal assault of the matriarch.
God help us!
That cry, at least, Is definitive.
Michael Cullup
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