Last Stand
When the alarm came
He saddled up his fence,
Took the bit in his teeth
And mounted.
Closing his eyes
He put his ear to the ground
And waited, trembling, for the sound
of the approaching windmills.
-- Keith Jennison (b. 1911)
If This Is Not A Place. . .
If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
"There's A Place For You"
ReplyDeleteI read this every time I visit your blog. I assumed it meant anybody.
I just came from another sermon. "Not everyone is always welcome."
I AM CONFUSED.
Dear Confused,
ReplyDeleteI do mean it when I say "There's a place for you" and apologize for offending you and for whatever I said that made you feel unwelcome.
I wonder if Keith Jennison knew something about global warming and carbon footprints, when he was talking about the appraoching windmills. This sounds like liberal propaganda to me. :)
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Mark,
ReplyDeleteI fear I confused you also. Sorry!
The sermon I just came from was another Wesleyan church. I was confused how two Wesleyan churches/pastors could differ so much.
Sorry again. I did not mean you personally.
Confused,
ReplyDeleteThanks for clearing that up :)
Al,
ReplyDeleteThe Jennison poem was stashed away in a file of old papers at the church, and must have been there over thirty years, until I discovered it last week, dusted it off, and decided to use it here.
What does this poem mean? I feel so dumb that I don't understand this poem.
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