be not dismayed whate’er betide…

 

i had
to take
aunt bea
to her cousin’s house
to discuss
some family business
en route
i bent
her ear
about
my discouragement
with
what’s been happening
throughout
our nation
how
i was
starting
to feel
like
just withdrawing
from
all the battles
i
continued
in that vein
until
we had to cross over
an old rusty
and
wood-planked bridge
the kind
that
terrified me
as a child
aunt bea
giggled
as she watched
my face
guess i didn’t
hide my
terror
too well
aunt bea
said
i still recall
when
you and your cousin
would cross over
the river train trestle
to get
to that
good
fishing hole
near
your grandmother’s house
you
never admitted
to your cousin ronnie
that
you were
scared to death
not only
of
drowning
in the river below
but
of being crushed
by
a passing freight train
but
the fishing
was good
so
you
soldiered on
it was
without doubt
a classic
approach-avoidance situation
and
although
at this point
in our nation’s history
we’d love to
avoid the unpleasantries
but

we still must cross
the bridge
to
the future
where
the fishing
will be
good

 

love or lust…symptoms the same…

i had to stop
by
aunt bea’s
to
discuss
a good friend
of
mine
whose current
love interest
has
alienated him
from
his friends
and
business associates
whom
he is dependent upon
for
a good portion
of
his income
i needed
to
consult
with
aunt bea
about
how to
approach him
aunt bea
said
honey
he’s
got
his nose
wide open
thinks
he’s smelling
a rose
but
ain’t got
nothing
but
trouble
and
there’s
one thing
i know for sure
love
is not only
blind
but
also
deaf

this is gonna hurt…

after a pick up game
with
my nephew
and
some of his friends
i stopped by
aunt bea’s
being
in the neighborhood
of course
i bemoaned
my poor aching bones
and
expressed my wonderment
that
she didn’t
have more complaints
about
such things
aunt bea
said
honey
if i complained
about
every ache and pain
i had
because of my age
there would be
nothing else
to discuss
she said
i’ve found
with time
one
learns
to accept
the pain
as part
of the price
for
existence
and
i’ve grown
to know
that others
suffer
spiritual pains
far greater
than those
of
the body

traits of wines…

on
saturday
i went
to
aunt bea’s
to
drive her
to
her class reunion
on route there
she said
sadly
there won’t
be many folks
there
this year
a few more
have
died
to lighten
the mood some
i parroted
that cliché
about
aging wine
tasting better
aunt bea
said
well
some folks
as
they age
absorb all
of
life’s bitterness
and
become
sour
to their
own existence
leaving
a bad taste
in
the mouths
of
most folks
while
others
gather
from life
all the beauty
they can find
and
so
become
fortified
and
complex human beings
not only
wiser
but
able to touch
all
the senses
with
sweetness

can’t reveal what you don’t have…

i was
telling
aunt bea
how
the leader
of
the free world
was
unable
to get his taxes
done
on time
and
subsequently
had
to
file
for
a tax deadline extension
she
slowly
shook her head
and
said
leadership
at
the most
basic level
requires
time management
as
well
as
the ability
to
get things
done
or
assigned to
someone
more
competent
all i can say
in this instance
is
honey
if you can’t swim
get
out
of the water

selling your soul…

an enterprising
young antique dealer
arbitrarily
decided
to stop
and
visit several folks
in
aunt bea’s
neighborhood
he was
talking
at
aunt bea
when
i arrived
he
said
you realize
that
all the things
you’ve cherished
these
many years
will
just be
boxed up
and
sold
so
why not
reap
the benefits
of
these treasures
while
you’re still here
aunt bea
politely
smiled
and
said
hon
that’s
just
what
i’m doing

state of the union…

confiding
to
aunt bea
my frustration
with
the
cartoon characterization
of
the state of the union
and
my reluctance
to
express my opinions
to
others
for fear
of
tribal retribution
she
said
i can still
recall
your
first church solo
how you
stood
as far back
as you could
from
the congregation
embedding yourself
behind
the robes
of
your
much taller cousins
serving
to conceal
the source
of that deep voice
and
tho
you were hesitant
to
sing alone
you soon found
that
others
would join in
with
your hymn
of
praise
i would think
that
any song
of
truth
will be joined
by
others
we must
just
let
our voices
be
heard