CHRIST IN WINTER:
Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter --
My last brain cell has
been used up
The neurons, the synapses,
all gone
Even the campus where
hippos went to school
Nothing left but a worn
and broken Frisbee
They used to toss around
with cookies after supper
No great loss, really
Those cells never worked
well
They were more like jail
cells than brain cells
Each one trying to talk to
others
By tapping secret code on
the walls
Still, I sort of miss
them, sometimes
When I’m sitting in the
morning, sipping in the morning,
Wondering what those
winged and singing
Creatures are called, or
why they are there at all
I think the cells, or
maybe it was the ganglia,
Used to know that sort of
thing
John Robert McFarland
“Anybody can ride a horse,
but not many know how to fall off.”
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