April 24th, 2006

by himself

More for National Poetry Month

Helen's Cat,


Mephistopheles, or The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus's Cat

by Christopher Marlowe's Cat

Was this the puss that munched a thousand mice
And napped atop the towers of Ilium?
Sweet cat, your kiss will give me nine more lives!
Her purr doth make a furball of my soul:
See where it issues from my gaping mouth!
Come, kitten, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, and for a kiss from thee
I will despoil the stately halls of Troy,
Smash painted urns to bits with wanton paws,
And slash to ribands costly tapestries,
For in thy shining whiskers heaven lies,
And all are dogs that are not Helen's cat.

-- Henry Beard, Poetry for Cats
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Sappy observation of the night

If you're going to do this job (pastoral ministry), you must be prepared to have your heart broken. Like it says in "The Rose,"
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance,
and it's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.

Lots of clergy think they can fake it.
Lots of clergy get beat up from the job and start protecting themselves.
Lots of clergy think they can move people around like counters, while remaining uninvolved with them.

But if you're going to rescue souls from hell, you can't do that.
If you're going to help people touch heaven, you have to be REAL.
And speak TRUTH -- all the time.
And drop your defenses.

It's so hard.
Sometimes, I hate it.
But I wouldn't live any other way.
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New angle on things

Little Cabin in the Woods Little Cabin in the Woods
As seen from the front pasture looking down into the holler.

I took this picture today from uphill of our little cabin. I had been patching barbed wire fence along the upper pasture. It is a joy to do simple chores about the place.

Although, once it becomes a three-hour drive to Wilderstead, it may be more of an aggravation. I will have to plan ahead, possibly stay overnight. But there's lots to be done, and I'll be puttin' around doin' it all summer and fall.

The goal is to have the cabin interior finished and ready for Christmastide partying! So, I'm shooting for St. Gall's Day (October 16), and if I'm a wee bit delayed, I'll still probably get 'er done.

More on the big change

I really don't want to beat this to death, but Wow! is it hard to go through all the good-byes. And I haven't done it in eight years, so that makes it even harder.

We had a committee meeting tonight, and afterwards a couple of folk wanted to talk with me about the move and all that. They are telling me important, good things -- like, how they appreciate the fact that when I say something, I mean it -- and DO it (like Go to Africa, make youth trips happen, etc.). You'd think everybody would be that way, but in fact we aren't; I just believe in the importance of keeping promises, not cancelling, and NEVER disappointing a kid if you can keep from doing so. But I digress.

The conversations are important, but they wear me out. And then a friend from Scouting & Emmaus calls me up tonight out of the blue, just to yakk, and I've gotta tell him, and well -- here we go again. And I'm analyzing the whole deal all over again.

It's like a death in the family. We're in the shock stage right now, entering onto the wake. Lots of important stuff needs to be said, back and forth, before we're all ready to let each other go. But, my! it's tough.

Besides, I really wanted to write about something that irks me: How people deal with Smarts, Credentials, etc. Collapse )