This Child

“What is this child’s name?”, I’d ask
As a clergyman whose task
Was to bring some Christ-child in,
Let its body-life begin.

At creation we were one,
Garden-life was so much fun;
Then the apple incident –
Mankind got severely bent.

Christ came in at Christmas time,
Least that’s where we drew the line
Twixt C.E. and B.C.E.
(Hardly “common” seems to me).

None-the-less in Christ we rise,
Through the loop up to the skies;
Then, assigned, we’re back again –
All has changed, yet all’s the same.

Sprinkled, poured, or dunked (again),
Isn’t where we make the change;
All must come awake in Him,
If a new life’s to begin.

So, whose baby is this Co?
Best that fact we all should know;
That’s not where new life begins,
More regarding corporate sins.

For a corporate entity,
Is a legal “guy” like me;
Silliness of course, I’d say,
But it’s system’s conjoint way.

But we don’t baptize such “guys”;
Name them yes, as enterprise;
We assume their twisted mess –
“Of the world” their ways confess.

Are they always minor wards
Of some folks, who move towards
Some assumed philosophy,
Shaping thus such entities?

When do corps grow up and state
Life in Christ, as now awake?
Confirmation cannot be,
For imagined entity.

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