Pedro
Is familiar with kneeling:
Not an easy thing at 63.
Each morning
After his coffee,
He is on them, painfully
Aware of his limitations.
And upon this rock . . . .
Pedro
Is invisible,
Disdained by the righteous ones
If, by chance, they
Notice him there,
In their sacred vaulted space,
On his knees.
And upon this rock . . . .
Pedro
Would be weak in the knees
If not for that familiar, rageful heat
Now rising to his head. Still, he
Reminds his brothers, and himself, of their
Instructions to be at peace with all. So he
Stifles it, saying, "We have work to do."
And upon this rock . . . .
Pedro
Embraces Maria,
Reassures, tells her of his love, that
Surely his working so hard and
Kneeling, kneeling,
Kneeling as he does
Somehow surely will see them through.
Pedro
Kisses Maria into a good night sleep and
Kneels with bent-low head on a threadbare
Carpet disturbingly unlike the ones
Daily he installs.
"My God! Please,
Give me strong knees!"
And upon this rock . . . .
"Well, here's another fine mess you've
gotten us into!"
Quick!
You'd better take over
the controls! No, not those to the right!
Use the ones below by
clicking on the images.
"This is an outrage! Who's responsible for cooking up this mess?"
"Dunno, but my guess would be the guy over there on the right.
Why not click on him and find out what he thinks this mess is about?
This Just In Here are the latest additions to this ever-expanding-but-altogether-fine mess!
OUR "FLOG" A "blog" in which we, redundantly, enter the fray and further beat to death some poor steed others may have already reductio ad absurded to the point where nary a quark remains. WARNING:
ALSO CONTAINS ABSURD NONSENSE. You're welcome.
"To Everything There Is A Season" is a four-panel wall quilt by fibre artist Ree Nancarrow. It hangs in the Bassett Army Hospital Chapel, Ft.Wainwright, in Fairbanks, Alaska.www.reenancarrow.com
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you'll find some that appeal.
PHOTOGRAPHY A Way To Enjoy The Sacred In The Ordinary
"All nature sings,
And 'round me rings,
The music of the spheres."
