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“It”

Saturday, January 6th, 2007
As per request and continuing with my poetry theme, I decided to post a poem I recently used in a sermon.
“They laugh and smile and talk and embrace and I do too. But sometimes my smile covers a tear. And no one knows. Right now my tear is from an 'it'. I’m sorry, so very sorry I did 'it'. I feel like a broken record and the skip is the 'it' that never completely goes away. What would they think if they knew my 'it'? Would the laughs vanish? The smiles disappear? Would the talk be hurled at me? The embrace taken back? Do they have an 'it'? What do they do with 'it'? Why do we act for… Read More

Boxes

Thursday, December 28th, 2006
I was moved by a great poem in Brian McLaren's book, The Last Word and the Word After That.
Boxes We like things boxed. Cereal, Candy, soap, gifts, and corpses. They seem safe when boxed, as are We. As is God and… Read More