Of Baseball Card Collectors
When we were young there were two sorts of collectors:
those who joy'd in what they had and those who felt the lack.
Some fixated on the Missings saying
"I need your Candiotti
to complete my set."
(As if they'd abandon the 99 for the one!)
Joey and I thought it strange
(their hobby looked like work)
But they got our Candiotti
for their Aaron or Clemente.
We pitied the never satisfied
chasing some never-to-be-completed set,
those who bowed to the external standard
and authority of Topps' Checklist.
Yet imagine our surprise to learn
that joy and need had married
that love and law had hitched
that now and not yet had merged
in Him, through Him and with Him.