April 9, 2003

• Hope Weds a Moment of Clarity

   

  Silk maps were issued in the

           Second World

                        War

                To guide men

                Scanning the horizon

                Though the skies

                Gave little

                Bearing or

                     Sometimes

                             Caring.

   

       Rob a bank

       Or go for broke and

       Make it

       Federal.

         There’s a lot

          In those

          Registers and

          I’ve got the keys

          To the Holiest of

                     Kingdoms.

   

      Heaven is an

      Unknown but I believe

      It is more than

      Something here

      After a hard

      Day at the office.

   

      But I itemize my

      Life and think

      I might live like

      A hog in the fat

      House.

   

      (cat in the mouse house?)

   

               The world – my miracle oyster,

               Blueberry pancakes,

               Sweet sausage and a slice

   

                                      Of dreams.

   

  ———

   

  Panel 1

   

  Disheveled uniform and cap tilted askew, Charlie Brown stumbles into his living room, where his yellow-haired sister, Sally watches TV on her favorite beanbag chair.

   

  Crestfallen: It’s the last game of the season and we lost.

   

  With ne’er a stutter and but for a moment’s pause, Sally stands up and walks away, sharing a thought for her puzzled brother.

   

  Nonchalant: So what does that mean?

   

  Arms akimbo, hat in hand, strand of hair combed over, Charlie stands in that sparsely decorated room and waxes philosophical.

   

  Waxing philosophical: Well, in the long run and as far as the rest of the world goes, it doesn’t mean a thing… 

   

  And that’s that!

   

  Still, in the last scene, Charlie’s head is buried in the beanbag of couch potatoes and despondence.  Hear the beans go shooka-shooka.  And he laments, hands shielding his head from the cruel indifference of life (and Lucy).

   

  With feeling: But I can’t stand it.

   

  Charlie Brown is a prematurely-aged boy, balding but always full of hope despite every missed field goal and bottom-of-the-ninth homerun.  There’s this little red-headed girl he can never muster the nerve to meet but he stands behind a tree, ever determined to make it all happen.

   

  Voice of wisdom:  Wa wop wa wa wa wop.

   

  ———

   

  

   

  Marla Marla – Baptism Back Then

   

  Had a great time visiting St. Basil’s late in the afternoon.  I dozed for ten minutes or so.  <grin>  But I woke up brand spankin’ new.  I try to stop by at least once a week.  I know I mentioned it before but it really is a sanctuary.  It’s a beautiful building!  You always leave with a meaningful smile on your face.  With all my ambition (and even fear), I’m reminded of where I stand in the Big Scheme o’ Things.  Sometimes, when I’m driving, I think the world is a piece of skin peeling off of God’s bunion.* 

   

  But I’m glad to be here.

   

   

  *(Please refer to Westminster Catechism #81.)

   

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