Just for the hell of it: this is what I'm going to read this Thursday at my writing group. The person addressed is my son. 
 
Debbie
 
 

At the Royal Ontario Museum

 

 

We went to the ROM on the third rainy day

of the May long weekend,

rose from the subway’s dark corners sharp with urine

to the fresh swish of wind in the glittering street

and the scatter of drops from maples.

You were quiet, excited by the city.

 

Eternal Egypt was on exhibit

for one more ephemeral week.

We waited outside in the lineup in shining wet,

watched sparrows swoop down swift

from ‘Art’ and ‘Nature’ over the door

to rob fat pigeons of bits of food on the pavement.

You offered your second pizza slice

to a cross-legged rubbie I had not seen,

leaning his back on the fence,

but he said no thanks;

you were some puzzled, but not put out.

 

We lingered in front of the mosaic lion

alleged to have graced

the Babylon wall of King Nebuchadnezzar,

tried to picture the handless fingers and the hieroglyph warning

that bloomed there like lemon juice over a flame,

Mene, mene, tekel, tekel,

and the tangle of panic and prayers and pshaw

that followed.

There we stood glued before all that glory gone;

yet the awe was not for the lion,

but that it had lasted and stood in this room of the ROM

on Avenue Road,

linking the likes of you with intrepid Daniel!

 

We wandered further, split up,

and rounding a corner

I met the calm, immortal, unsurprised soul in the eyes of you—

the steady beauty of youthful unknowing

braving a borderless future.

 

----- Original Message -----
From: Lance Muir
Sent: Saturday, August 20, 2005 7:59 AM
Subject: [TruthTalk] Poetry, Literature, Imagination - Love of Language

Absent these stultification appears. Where are the grand vistas of the poet? What a colossal error in judgement to have  ignored, even denigrated such!
 
Someone said of U2: 'they may be the most important Christian cultural influencers since C. S. Lewis.'  I missed it. My loss. Gary's obvious love for/of Bob Dylan shines through to us more imaginatively 'thick' onlookers. Debbie has graced TT with the finest prose since it's inception.
 
Stories, folks! Bill's account of the man he took into his home for two years. David adding a room onto the house for the homeless. Izzy's block party, quilt making, meeting GWB at a rally, going to a ball game, Judy's visit home (Australia), her account of her granddaughter's battle with illness, Jonathan's account of taking Noah (his son) for his first swimming lesson; John's accounts of being a carpenter/theologian (where have we heard that before?)
 
Ahhhh but has this ought to do with our lives being his with Christ in God? Not much. Just everything! 

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