Wednesday August 31 – “A little faith will see you through”
For this last day of August, here’s a short Garrison Keillor poem, crackling with wit, the trenchant, sour sort woven into the playful, kind and wise. A mid-week break should you be finding this election season’s angry public language tedious and distressing.
Have a blest day. The poem wants to hear itself out loud.
john sj
Today’s Post
A little faith will see you through.
What else will except faith in such a cynical corrupt time?
When the country goes temporarily to the dogs,
cats must learn to be circumspect,
walk on fences, sleep in trees, and have faith
that all this woofing is not the last word.
Even in a time of elephantine greed and vanity,
one never has to look far to see the campfires of gentle people.
Lacking any other purpose in life,
it would be good enough to live for their sake.
Garrison Keillor
September 25, 2010 — the picnic after Celebrate Spirit by Detroit Mercy’s fountain
