This is an adaptation of a homily I gave on Christmas Eve which is found in my book of Christmas stories titled, The Night is O’er.
the number of days it takes for what I believe
To be true, to be confirmed.
minutes from when my wife
picked our daughter up at school till
she called from the doctor’s office with the results of
tests which confirmed the diagnosis that our youngest,
1 of 3
lovely children had what
other children in the U.S. would be diagnosed with on that day.
minutes from our house to the Baptist Hospital's
Emergency Room. It is
floors up Ardmore Tower to room
at Brenner Children's Hospital where we will stay for the next
On the evening of the
day I am nervous, as I prepare to administer my daughter's
injection -- her
full day of injections for the rest of her days,
and she is nervous.
She is nervous because in her mind
it still counts as a shot.
I am nervous because I count it the same,
and this is my
The prompt for day six’s PAD Chapbook Challenge is “medias res” which is a story that begins in the middle. Sometimes you’re inspired. Sometimes just tired. And as the man says? Well, I don’t really know. I’m just waiting for it to be over.
In medias res
Of this election for Pres,
When will this counting be over?
I lie in the bed
Overwhelmed with a dread
To get up I throw off the cover.
When I check the news:
Only pundits and their views
I lie back, pull the sheet, roll over.
It’s gone on all year,
So turn off the lights, Dear,
And wake me up when this is over.
You may listen to me read the poem via the player below.
Where do I begin to address the wreck And dreck of the damage and breaking, The lies…Oh, the damned lies and the faking, False propositions Which validate ev’ry prediliction And each little preference you want.
You do whatever you want And cannot begin to understand what i want— What is right and just To be light and to love so much That you must do what I love for The love you’ve seen, The love with which you been Loved.
Unless there’s a change, Unless you reign in the rage And the wicked sucker punches By which you dis one another All that you see will be ruin It will all come down and soon!
What will it be? When will you see That the glory which I bring, The new day dawn of beauty Is so much better than what the Mob or Elite or Rich or The Entitled Establishment Who live to get their share now Whatever the costs In shouts and the din Of riot and anger, rebellion and sin.
For I will rise. And in you, my light will shine And bless the wreak and death Of the tomb of this ruin.
Do you want to see the day When every tear is counted, And each as it falls is wiped away By Love and Light When eternal day dispels the night? Do you want a way through Into the True of Right and Life?
The first step is down You must kneel to be crowned. Only those who are sinners Become saints. The only question yet, Is whether you will come Whether you will step down and in So, what about it? R U IN?