From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
The messenger arrives
to tell the laughter
and those who bother
listening regard him
as some street-smart
stand-up comic
and muffle chuckles
at absurdities he declares
and shares
more personal examples
than they care to hear.
He goes in search of faith groups
but they are telling their theology
each to each as memorized
from ragged texts of faded ink.
He goes in search of children
and they pretend to hear
but he observes them
playing rhyming games
with words he speaks.
He goes in search of kin
and scarce does utter simple phrase
but finds himself derided
for his clothes and style
of hair and questioned
on current war debate.
Retreating to his chamber
relishes delight
remembering
the banquet he enjoyed as
honored guest
and apologizing to his Lord
he offers sorrow
that no one wished to hear
about the feast prepared
especially for them.
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