815 It’s on you, Pop. 2-3-18

The Son and His Father
played catch in the park
outside the Pearly Gates.
The angels joined in for a lark!
See the Son
at short-stop,
the Father,
on first.
Gabriel
at third,
keeping up the chatter,
“No Batter!
No Batter…!”
Michael on second,
spitting juice.
No one would pitch, though!
Who would be
so crazy
to stand on the mound
so close to home plate
with Moses at bat
and Elijah on deck!
The tethered ball swung
from the staff
that had divided the sea.

Jesus and His Abba
played chess beneath a tree
in the court yard of the Most Holy Place.
Long games,
milleniums long!
(They had the time…)
Both fore-knowing the Others moves,
smiling at the wisdom on the Others face.

All those loving Father-Son moments
for Jesus to recall…

He’d need them, all,

For,
close,
coming closer,
a small, dark cloud approaching,
the harbinger of His soon
to begin journey
through the womb,
up to Golgotha,
and into the cave,
His sight, not extending
beyond the portals of the tomb.

How comforting to pray in Gethsemane,
remembering,
cherishing all the good times past.
To see Love in the smile
on His Fathers tear-streaked face,
God bucking up His Son
to drink the cup
down to the dregs.
In the darkening sky,
a hush.
His Father aching with the knowing
there would be no ram
snagged in the bulrush.

Now consider a man
who struggles to pray.
His dearest wish,
to whisper the words which
open to forgiveness

But,
this mans father
was a callus-knuckled drunk
whose breath stunk
of stale whiskey and dry rye.
The opening words of the Lords Prayer
catch in his throat like a fish bone.

To whom,
then,
does he pray?
What memory does he recall
when he cries to remember
some forgiving fathers face?

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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