Saturday, January 17, 2015

No better than; Party line; Inverted exla-point; Dust on the bible

Life may not get much better than this:

Retired minister John Helt
reads to his grandson

Think of all the times he's read scripture
from pulpits here
and there

 ~ I was there when he started his preaching career
at Friedens United Church of Christ (UCC)
in the shadow of Pabst brewery
at 13th and Juneau in Milwaukee ~

we may not have provided more willing faces
as thoroughly appreciative Emerson Helt does,

 shown here.

John Helt was sent here fresh out of
A gracious demographically dying old church
peopled only by die-hards.

As his first assignment
Helt worked to raised it up.
Helped give it death with honor...

Nice start in a long pastoral career,
reading a lot and etc..



Play here:

All God's children got a place in the choir
some sing low and sone sing higher


Appeal to the Grammarians
by Paul Violi
We, the naturally hopeful,
Need a simple sign
For the myriad ways we're capsized.
We who love precise language
Need a finer way to convey
Disappointment and perplexity.
For speechlessness and all its inflections,
For up-ended expectations,
For every time we're ambushed
By trivial or stupefying irony,
For pure incredulity, we need
The inverted exclamation point.
For the dropped smile, the limp handshake,
For whoever has just unwrapped a dumb gift
Or taken the first sip of a flat beer,
Or felt love or pond ice,
Give way underfoot. We deserve it.
We need it for the air pocket, the scratch shot,
The child whose ball doesn't bounce back,
The flat tire at journey's outset,
The odyssey that ends up in Weehawken.
But mainly because I need it – here and now
As I sit outside the Caffe Reggio
Staring at my espresso and cannoli
After this middle-aged couple
Came strolling by and he suddenly
Veered and sneezed all over my table
And she said to him,
"See, that's why
I don't like to eat outside."

Paul Violi, "Appeal to the Grammarians" from Overnight.                                                                                                                                  Copyright © 2007 by Paul Violi.  Reprinted by permission of Hanging Loose Press
Yours in mystery,                                                                                                               poetry,                                                                                                                                         and the yet to be,