I looked for Paul under the nautilus shell.
It was one of his favorite hiding places
when he felt the gods were upset with him.
My second thought was the bar
where the cocktail waitresses dressed like angels
with the false promise of falling.
That failing I tried the bushes
where the white-crowed sparrows liked to gather
and discuss bird feeder banquets.
Then I remembered it was Saturday afternoon
and a baseball game played out in the park
with bleachers brimming with uproarious little league parents.
There he was quietly stealing signs
but keeping the information to himself
instead of giving one side or the other advantage.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney
Being the son of God,
Jesus could have been anything.
He chose to be a street corner preacher,
but in a rural sense at first.
I understand. There was a job to do
and father to please
and humanity to save
and to navigate
the Holy Ghost Trinity issue.
I appreciate his devotion.
On his second earthly
I hope he does his own thing
whether it is
little league baseball,
Four-H farm projects,
beat generation historian,
urban slam poet
from his heart.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney
Happy Bastille Day. My favorite ironic note about Bastille Day is I read that the King of France, Louis XVI, made a diary entry of Not much happened today. Boy oh boy was he in for a surprise.
If you do not remember, Joseph Campbell is the guy who suggested people follow their bliss as a way of living life.
For reasons unknown, I like picturing Jesus doing the gardening, just because he likes doing it. I think we do not picture our heroes doing every day things often enough to bring them closer to us. Imagine Gandhi playing cricket. Or Mother Teresa playing the card game bridge or whist at a table with three other people. Imagine any hero you have doing laundry at the coin operated laundry because their washer at home is broken. That image brings them off the pedestal and into the neighborhood.
Love & Light