It may have been the National
Cathedral–it was some great pile
of stones, some high Episcopal
Church where little me was the pale
imitation of a real Priest
for the day. I could not find pants,
or robe, and that was just the least
fatal of my embarrassments.
I did not have the words to say
for Mass, for Holy Communion —
my mind had left to go and play
in some old grade school reunion.
“Just take this bread,” I said, “and eat.
Remember Jesus–have a treat!”
– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, October 14, 2014
Views from the Edge 
Oh those ‘wonderful’ mental blocks. but somehow like the end result…. So human and basic. Sometimes dreams reveal true wisdom.
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And the older we get, the closer we come to a perennial grade school reunion. -:)
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Yes, sometimes the clear grade school language says it best.. No confusion there! Reminds me of something I heard on MPR this morning about the quality of presidential speeches. Early in our history, the language was at PHD level as the vote was generally limited to landowners, etc., In Lincoln’s time it was at a High School level, and now in our current president’s time, it is about at a junior high level……And still some people do not understand it!!!!
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