Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Well?

Alley Violinist
By Robert Lax

if you were an alley violinist

and they threw you money
from three windows

and the first note contained
a nickel and said;
when you play, we dance and
sing, signed
a very poor family

and the second one contained
a dime and said;
I like your playing very much,
signed
a sick old lady

and the last one contained
a dollar and said;
beat it,
would you;
stand there and play?

beat it?

walk away playing your fiddle?

There's something in that poem that relates to being a pastor, one called by God to do His will among people of all kinds, with all sorts of reactions to your attempts to follow God and lead them closer.

I think.