I don't aspire to use The Force
Blindfolded, a light saber
Wielding, while I lift some rocks
Through grueling mental labor.
That notwithstanding, I would love
To fly from earth, and yet I
Have higher aspirations still:
To be another Jedi.
Though not the type like Qui-gon
Like Mace Windu or like Obi-wan
My master is a baby boy
And I his bumbling padawan.
Young Jedidiah Arendale
In thirteen earthly days
Learned all he ever needed
To face his Maker's gaze.
He brandished his new baptized grace
He parried sin's rebellions
He triumphed through Christ's victory
and vanquished fiendish hellions.
His body wracked with illness,
Did not impede his inner strength
Which went beyond atomic.
When I was young I wished Yoda
Had taught me all his skills
But now one insignificant
in worldly eyes who thrills
from having entered heaven's gates
like lightning, even faster,
has schooled me in the ways of light,
Well done, my Jedi Master!