• lenten journal: no joke

    by  • February 19, 2018 • change, faith, hope, lenten journal • 3 Comments

    Our trip to Richmond has given me more than I can begin to unpack right now. Those stories will come in the days ahead. Tonight, I offer another poem.

    no joke

    I once heard a comedian say
    the only way to get to the good jokes
    was to push past the easy ones: say all
    the double entendres, the terrible
    puns, and the sex—and then you find
    punch lines more profound than predictable.

    Perhaps I’m stretching the analogy, but
    couldn’t we say that when we set aside
    the alleluias for Lent we acknowledge
    that praise can sometimes turn to platitude:
    get up and do it again. Amen. Say it again . . .

    Listen to the birds who are not singing.
    Wait for the trains that are not coming.
    Dance to music that no one is playing.
    Set places for those who have yet to show up.
    Rolling the same stones is no preparation
    for the belly laugh of the resurrection.



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    3 Responses to lenten journal: no joke

    1. Kay G Johnson
      February 20, 2018 at 9:35 am

      Very well said, and you speak truth, Milton
      Thank you!
      Friend of Taylor Davis, FUMC Ft Worth

    2. February 20, 2018 at 10:34 am

      Thank you Milty!

    3. Kenneth P. Wood
      February 20, 2018 at 2:49 pm

      WOW to the Einsteinian power!

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