Sunday, January 03, 2010

And So it Goes, 2010



January 3rd and getting ready for the journey home from Weehawken. Not sure how I am going to drag the boy away from the football game. Girl child stompy and sullen cause she wants to go home. I have to say I am not looking forward to the sub zero temps out there. Spring, spring where are you? I'd even take global warming today.

Got an anonymous message from someone regarding this blog that made me pause. I have become a Facebook Junkie, but maybe I should spend some time back here again. Wrote a good poem the other day, another Mary poem. Think now I want to focus on Mary as opposed to different women in the bible. Jack got a bible for Christmas and I have been reading it. Funny how some books are grim and utilitarian in their writing, and other books more like poetry. I know next to nothing about the bible so the reading is fascinating to me. And makes me angry. I hate how Jesus is depicted as interacting with his mother. Always imperious and demanding. And referring to the her as "woman." No wonder we have so much trouble.

Kate now has her coat on and Jack is refusing to budge off couch. Must shepard everyone out the door. Oops, now we are staying for pizza because auntie is indulging the boy who is not allowed to watch football at home. Kate fuming. No way to make everyone happy.


The Wind Cries Mary

After all the jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary

A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind, it cries Mary

The traffic lights they turn up blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
‘Cause the life that lived is, is dead
And the wind screams Mary

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with his crutch, it’s old age, and it's wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary.

Jim Hendrix

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