still…

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.

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6 Comments

  1. Jennifer Johns-Gooding on August 1, 2011 at 12:31 pm

    Thank you, John.

  2. Gretchen on August 1, 2011 at 2:59 pm

    Catch in my throat, John. That, & I’m now channeling the Eagles’ song “Learn to be Still”. Hopefully, you have room in your Johnny Cash repertoire for an Eagles tune or two…

  3. thyrkas on August 1, 2011 at 4:21 pm

    May the One who knows us in our errors,
    and helps us grow in grace and knowledge because of them,
    still loves us,
    and be present with us at the end.
    Amen

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