Pity little Jack and Jill
And their lives so very tragic
For everything—both good and ill
These two ascribed to magic.
If times were good, if things went bad
If the kids were well or sick
On their knees they fell to pray
And god’s great boots to lick.
For they only lived to seek
Reward on Judgment Day
They thought it was God’s plan you see
That things were all that way.
Obedience was their only goal
Service their only aim
Whatever God might will to be
Their faith remained the same.
They lived in groveling platitudes
In whining faith they died
Not knowing that in living life
They hadn’t even tried
To touch the magic life contains
When minds are free to see
That what there is is all there is
That now is eternity.