This is day 13 of Days of Unreason.
My paternal grandfather was a lay preacher in northern Minnesota. I also had a great-uncle on my mother’s side who, after a career as a working cowboy, became a circuit preacher “out west.” I’ve also known a few pastors. None of them would (publicly) acknowledge what the voice in this poem says. They might chuckle while reading it. That can be forgiven.
“Only the water is safe.” – Jim Harrison
Relax, I’ve done this hundreds of times.
(…in the name of the Father…)
I haven’t lost one yet; not in the water.
An easy motion; I slip
you backwards under the water –
you can hold your nose, or use
a handkerchief. Lots tense
up. They discover a phobia
they never knew they suffered.
(…in the name of the Son…)
A few times I’ve just slipped
my leg behind theirs, a sweeping
motion and it’s done! Just water.
Now, to be clear, this signifies
(…and in the name…)
what has already has happened
in your life. Once you climb
out of the water, that’s when
it gets treacherous. We say
the Church, the Body of Christ,
the Flock. The truth is we open
the doors and call every kind
of creature into the mix.
(…of the Holy Spirit.)
Like millions before you,
and millions around you,
you just grit your teeth
and hold on for dear life.
But relax for now.
You’re safe in the water.
A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.” She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason. We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry. Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along. Come and join the fun!