Monday, March 14, 2011


No one after lighting a lamp puts it in a cellar or under a basket, but on a stand so that those who enter may see the light. . . Therefore, be careful lest the light in you be darkness. If then your whole body is full of light, having no part dark, it will be wholly bright.
Luke 11

We sit in a bar
and I feel about as thin
as the coaster
beneath a second beer
I wish was my ninth
but I’ve been down that road
enough times to know
when to

it’s dark
and it will get darker
as the people get uglier
as it gets later
January is not an easy month
to live in a cloudy part of British Columbia
under Coast-Mountain-shadows
and ten hours of “sunlight”
and you’ve just started talking
about the States
and the fundamentalists
and Glenn Beck
and the trouble with Christians
and I think I agree with most of what you’re saying
I don’t know you well enough
to know why your hands
look like they’ve never touched
anything that wasn’t concrete
or why you smell like an alley
but I like the way your voice sounds
so I join your monologues
and we a have a conversation
about how dark it is
and the service we aren’t getting
and where you’re from
(a city I haven’t heard of
outside of Toronto)
and where I’m from
(a town you haven’t heard of
outside of Seattle)
and you tell me about the 70’s
and heroin
and what it does
and I watched Trainspotting once
we agree that new Star Wars
wasn’t as bad as people said
and you ask what I do
and I say I'm studying
to be a pastor
and you pause
and I feel like
if I were to reach into my bag of tricks
to find John 3:16
this conversation would

so I buy you a beer
and myself another
and we talk about the weather
and how many days there are left of winter
and we close the bar down
and I shake your hand
and I smile as bright
as I honestly can
and walk home.

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