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
Hi Rev. Wilson
ReplyDeleteI'm a former student/advisee of Edie Lewis who strongly recommended I get in touch with you (a year ago). I know this is a backwards way of contacting you, but its what came up when I googled your name. I work at the Black Coalition on AIDS in San Fran and really would love to chat with you about your work. I would be really appreciative if you wouldn't mind giving me a call.
My email is bhayes@bcoa.org. My cell is 415-670-0850, my work is 415-615-9945 ext 117. Feel free to email or call, whatever is more convenient for you.
Thank you!!
Ben Hayes