The other day I chanced to meet </br> An angry man upon the street— </br> A man of wrath, a man of war, </br> A man who truculently bore </br> Over h… - Phyllis McGinley

Always on Monday morning the Press reports </br> God as revealed to His vicars in various guises— </br> Benevolent, stormy, patient, or out of sorts. </br> But only God knows which God God recognizes.

Ah, snug lie those that slumber </br> Beneath Conviction’s roof. </br> Their floors are sturdy lumber, </br> Their windows weatherproof. </br> But I sleep cold forever, </br> And cold sleep all my kind, </br> For I was born to shiver </br> In the draft from an open mind.

Sin has always been an ugly word, but it has been made so in a new sense over the last half-century. It has been made not only ugly but passé. People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.