Wednesday, March 18, 2009

True Story

I should have gone to Japan.

It's not that I'm bitter, just that now I know better.

Japan asked me to come over. A once-in-a-life opportunity! She said. Maybe there was some hyperbole on her part, but many a true word is spoken in jest and other such cliches. I told her I would think about it.

Then he said Come see me so we can see what may be but if you I do not see then we may as well be nothing. See me or see Japan. And that doesn't rhyme, so make your company mine. Cause you like things to rhyme.

Well, truth be told, Japan has no soul and so I was bold and told Japan that she'd be put on hold. Seemed like gold.

To choose another human soul and perhaps make mine one with another -- this was a prospect that forced my hand - how could one deny the beauty of unity even in mere possibility? Well, one could not since one hoped to tie the knot.

Set into motion were a string of events devoid of sense and nearly too late I realized that one soul plus my soul into unity was not the intention. Abolition of my soul was the objective, no one protective, no tying of knots just snot on my sleeve and would you believe - I almost drowned had I not found my rebellion at last.

Japan, I apologize. You wanted to imprint my soul with ephemeral beauty to never be forgotten. I declined your gift, my regrets are stiff for the offer will haunt me for eternity. But you may be pleased when you see that I have set your opponent to sail on seas without me. By degrees I perceive that the enemy is me and I will rebel against myself until the least impurities bleed out

and Japan -- my soul now imprinted with eternity: all you'd asked for me.

Come see, come see me.

Friday, March 6, 2009

To bring us closer to our neighbors

At church on Sunday evening I was sitting there listening to Fr. Henry talk about the Bishop's appeal and how there were these pledge envelopes in the pew backs in front of us and he was teaching us all about how to fill out the pledge cards. I had set my purse on the pew next to me and was moved to get out my checks so I grabbed my purse. It nudged the guy next to me and I guess he didn't understand that it was accidental, so he actually took the purse out of my hands, thinking I was trying to pass it to him. Well, then he started looking through it, and I was sitting there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. His wife leaned around and looked at me from the other side of him. Women, being much more capable with interpreting the body language, quickly became horrified that her husband was rifling through my purse.

It seemed to all happen at once. He got confused, looked up at me and put his hands palms up with an expression that said, "What? What did you give me this for?" And his wife poked him and said "Give it back!" And I took it back, confusedly wondering what to do or say to smooth the whole thing over. I couldn't really stop laughing but tried to do so silently.

When it came time for us to show a sign of God's peace he just said to me, "Peace be with you," but his wife leaned around and said "I am SO sorry about him!" And I started laughing all over again and I told her it was ok and peace be with her. Then they went to administer the Eucharist.