Ever feel that way?
There are times when you wonder if there remains anything that isn't dysfunctional. Even Jesus wondered that on his personal cross. "My God, My God..." (you remember)
Sometimes a simple poem can catch up what no other word seems to probe in any depth. Garrison Keillor shared one this morning that caught me up - thanks be to God.
Dilapidation "'Thou hast me on the wrack' in various styles" by John Tagliabue. Reprinted with permission from the autho
'Thou hast me on the wrack' in various styles
is only natural, not too natural
and so a little shaking and stumbling and
is natural, the world itself is shaking a bit
will be forgetting all of its Myths which C.G. Jung
and Joseph Campbell
and Others got so hot about. Snake Goddesses.
Virgin Mary. And
All That. So you can put it in perspective in
a phrase. Nevertheless
the common cold plus all of the aches and sorrows
and sometimes fiercest
pain and loneliness, the loss of one's false teeth, the
forgetting of names of
people in the emotional family come along with the
Morality Figure Dilapidation
and pinch a nerve, bruise and bruise and bruise a life
unto the Holy Ghost, unto the Need to say Good-bye Good-bye
put me to bed.
"'Thou hast me on the wrack' in various styles" by John Tagliabue. Reprinted with permission from the autho