My wife and I were tired this morning so we skipped going to church, or as we say in our family; "We attended the Church of the Holy Comforter". But now that I'm up and on my lap top I thought it would be nice to attend to this blog a bit.
At 67 I still work full time but my favorite other thing to do is to write. Apart from composing essays for my blogs I also pen a bunch of poetry. In fact at the end of March I joined All Poetry which is the worlds largest on line site for poets. Frankly, that has consumed my time.
As of today I have already posted 69 new writes there, some spiritual in subject and some not. HERE is a link to my site in case you want to check me out.
I also sometimes post poetry on a Christian site called ChristArt. They are much more restrictive as far as content and require that everything rhymes "or it is not really poetry" (reminds me of the joke we used to share when I was young about the person who died, was met at the pearly gates by St. Peter who then showed him around Heaven. As he was passing a large wall the man heard on the other side a lot of music and singing and asked St. Pete what was going on. "Oh, those are the - (you fill in the denomination) - they think they are the only ones here").
All that being said I thought that today I would compose a poem just for this site. The beauty of poetry is that is has the ability to condense ideas and emotions (and theology) to express a lot in a small space. Hopefully I will be up to the task.
Dashboard Shrine
Down asphalt lanes through neighborhoods
past churches, homes and bars
around the city we did drive
a sea of moving cars
I am a passenger this day
who grades each anxious client
some cannot turn or fail to yield
while others are compliant
Right there before me on the dash
St. Christopher with child
and hanging on the rear view glass
a rosary was styled
Bright beads and yarn and metal cross
with Jesus crucified
you'd think our Lord was still a babe
pass tense the day He died
And then quite clear a question came
were these displays of belief
or rather good luck idols shown
to shield someone from grief
I cannot judge another's heart
but know Whom set me free
in Him I trust to see me home
and let the others be
