I am working on a longerish piece concerning priesthood and discipleship that might be ready for display next week. As we have had two longer pieces, I'll give a shorter piece of doggeral I found in the back of my journal. It's really not that bad all considered.
My Thanks to Gilbert
I shall not cast you
in the wordful pantomime
except within the prosenium cerebral.
I owe a debt to you; a clarifying thought
and nullifying word
you gave over.
It, a paradox, illumines and darkens,
but that is what happens --
when one curtain's fall so another may rise.
I cannot say if or when
we shall exchange these words,
but it cheers me to hope to hope to see the scene.
For this, I thank you, the clarity to state that
which free one makes --
to look at Creation,
breath relief in a sigh, and say,
"It did not begin with me."