I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Saturday, March 2, 2019

Other Prayers


March 2, 1997  (I was 52)
           
            Other Prayers
Swing low sweet chariot
for Judas Iscariot
swinging near the potter’s field

The kiss bestowed in the garden
was accepted with implicit pardon
from a master whose lips and fate were sealed

Is it I is it I at fault
they asked and passed the salt
while he knelt and washed their feet

It was those thirty silver pieces
that built the church of Jesus
and both men bought the death of deceit

Then upon a crumbling rock
stood and crowed the cock
for the other shepherd who feared the rood

Thus the hanging tree and cross of wood
have for twenty centuries stood
to define evil as well as good

So swing low for Judas Iscariot
let him ride the golden chariot
while we take retribution and bury it.

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