It snowed on God’s tomb
this blustery April evening
as we carried it around our
church in a swirl of snowflakes.
“What?” you say, “God is dead?!”
Well, it was necessary as we are
all dead and He has come
to show us the way back to life.
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- A. Monk
- “Aaroneous Monk” brings to mind the image of a bumbling but well-meaning hermit who continually trips himself up in his overgrown beard as he attempts to battle evil in the world but, more often than not, forgets about the darkness in his own heart. It also sounds similar to the legendary jazz pianist Thelonious Monk, but with a faux-Greek twist. Thelonious was known for being able to maintain two disparate rhythms going at the same time with his hands seemingly disconnected from each other. That kinda sums up my struggle...
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