858 Just Home From Mrs. Thomas’ Funeral 8-24-19

The words priests use
to stumble around the Mystery
are our best-worst-case-fall-back
from the kneeling bench.
They are all we really have
that’s real to speak of how we feel,
short of being, “In the Presence Of”,
what ever that may mean, some day!
Right down to the pronouns:
His. They.
And prepositions:
Up. In. Over. Through,
They’re all just guesses about an infinity
we cannot fathom,
about a Thing we never knew.
One ant, under a canopy of weeds,
trying to explain to an ant-friend
what an Atlas Missile is
and how it rockets to the moon.

Well…
I’ll take the few words I have.
They’re all I’ve got to express my Faith,
even to myself.
A hollow sky if I don’t.
A Hallowed One if I do.

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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