As Memories Go Bye

Back in the day, Paul and Art sang a song. . . Old friends, sit on their park bench like bookends. Bookends? What's that? I seem to remember it's a couple of blocks made of wood or ceramic that hold books on a shelf. Books? What are they? Books are those old paperish volumes that people used to read before the internet. An old songish memory from the bookends song blows now across my memory. . . "a newspaper blown through the grass, falls on the round toes. . . of the old shoes, of the old friends." Friends? what are those? They are. . . Mike, and Barbara and Patti. . . Stephen, who used to get me in trouble, back in the day. . . when I was accused of writing the "F" word on the school boys' restroom wall. . . that "f" word now being the profanity of choice, instead of "damn", among 21st-century speakers of the English language. English? What's that? Oh, that's the language that was born when the Angles, Saxons and Jutes crossed the North Sea to Britain. . . "Britain? What's that? That's the island where Chaucer wrote the Canterbury Tales. . . where Shakespeare shook the world with his profound dramas and his frivolous comedies. Comedies? What are they? They are moments of joy and laughter in between the dramas of life on this earth. Earth? What's that? Earth is that round ball that we live on. . . the one that our astronauts pictured in a pic that they shot back in space. It's the round ball in space where you've spent this episode of eternity. Eternity? What's that? That's the Time frame that I'm bound for after my body ceases its pulsating life.

Life? What's that? That's what the Lord created for us back in the day. . . It's the beating of your heart, my heart. . that will cease, but will be renewed by the YWHW who created everything, and who sent his son to die on a cross and be resurrected so that we would know we can live forever, if you and I will only have Faith in Him, Jesus.

Faith? What's that? That's the gift you will discover if you read the greatest story ever told, and simply believe it.

I mean. . . is there a better story that can be told? King of Soul