This Poem was Submitted By: Carl Osborne On Date: 2000-08-08 12:44:30 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Solitary Drinking

Dear Lord, forgive me for asking, but all those times you went off by yourself to the desert or to the low, scrubby hills, hiding in a fold of the hills, did you ever take a little wine along? When you went, did your disciples think it was just a little jug of water to wipe away the tears and sweat, and did you let them think so? Did you ever think 'I need to loosen up, loosen up, just enough so I can pray.'? Did you need to forget, just for a bit, the wailing crowds trailing dust and stink, the beggars with their dripping sores, the madmen, some as shifty-eyed after the imp was gone as wild-eyed before? Did you ever just need a little drink? And maybe a little fire to fuss with and stare at? Alone.  Just a fire to sit by and have a little drink of wine by?  Alone? Did Peter ever say to you, 'Lord, I've still got that denarius I found near-hidden in the mud by the goat gate wall. Let's sneak away, just you and me, and have a few.'? Did you smile sadly and tell him to go ahead, you guessed you'd better not? And did you sneak a jug away that night while the disciples gurgled and snored, wrapped in their cloaks and rapt in dreams they could make nothing of? Did you walk by the river watching the stars reflected in the smooth flow, just watching, watching, feeling good, feeling for ten lousy minutes, pretty good? Forgive me for asking, Lord. I just want to know.

Copyright © August 2000 Carl Osborne


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