{"id":3812,"date":"2021-03-12T00:00:26","date_gmt":"2021-03-12T05:00:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/?p=3812"},"modified":"2021-03-12T15:49:42","modified_gmt":"2021-03-12T20:49:42","slug":"an-anonymous-shy-love-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/2021\/03\/12\/an-anonymous-shy-love-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"An anonymous, shy, love poem"},"content":{"rendered":"

Friday, March 12, 2020\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Anxieties, anxieties, anxieties \u00a0\u2014> \u00a0a fair sample of COVID-19 denials; \u00a0sometimes pretty noisy denials.\u00a0 They remind me of a joke my dad used to tell from his early days growing up in a Kansas farm town. \u00a0The story goes that the preacher had written out his sermon so he could read it from the pulpit with notes that occurred to him as he got closer to the service. \u00a0 \u00a0My Dad\u2019s joke: \u00a0the preacher had written on one place in the margin \u2014 \u201cWeak Argument: \u00a0SHOUT LIKE HELL.\u201d \u00a0 I loved this bit of prairie humor as a boy who worshiped his dad; \u00a0I still love it.<\/p>\n

Today\u2019s \u00a0haiku, more playfully tender than my Dad\u2019s Kansas joke about the shouting preacher, may whisper in your imagination this Friday afternoon.\u00a0 Try reading it slowly, with pauses as you turn toward Daylight Saving Time.<\/p>\n

No matter how busy you are, I hope there\u2019s time to stand still and read these few, spare words, perhaps as a mind rinse.<\/p>\n

Have a blest Friday,<\/p>\n

john sj<\/p>\n

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Today\u2019s Post \u2013 Anonymous<\/strong><\/p>\n

By way of pretext, I said:
\n\u201cI will go to consider the condition of the bamboo fence\u201d
\nbut\u00a0it was really to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>
\nRocky Mountain National Park yellow flower – –\u00a0\u00a0Ignatian Colleagues Silent Retreat \u2013 July 2011<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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