Never Know Who Might Be Listening
Jim met an old friend
from college days long
after both retired.
They were classmates
on the beautiful campus,
of a small religious school.
Tuition was low,
the people were nice and
the academics were good.
No one knew
they weren’t believers.
Both had kept that quiet.
But now in old age Bill
had found God and it was
driving his friend Jim nuts.
What happened to you,
Jim asked and Bill said it
happened after his wife died.
Someone told him to pray
to a God who might be there.
Bill figured it couldn’t hurt.
One night he woke up
startled in his recliner.
He had become a believer.
Be careful who you talk to,
Bill told Jim, Never know
who might be listening.
Donal Mahoney
