still…

By John Blase | August 1, 2011 |

Rev. Grundig got his words mixed up,

as we all do from time to time,

and thundered ‘know still and be!’

No one cleared their throat or

crossed their legs to draw

attention to his switcheroo,

maybe no one even noticed.

Well, almost no one that is.

Snowbell Grundig always wrote

down everything her father said

in his sermons, divine dictation

from the god of her world.

So while everyone else at St. James

strove to be still, Snowbell set

her face like flint to know still.

Years later fluid filled his lungs

such that he became a drowning man;

fear clawed the reverend’s faith.

He allowed no one near him at the end

but his only daughter,

for he knew

that she knew

still.