Generous Tip
It was a theory voiced by an aging
doubtful Catholic in a sunlit Waffle House
on the outskirts of Fairhope, Alabama:
‘See, when a man and a woman
make love, they make love. They’re
literally creating love in the world
that wasn’t there moments before.’
He returned to his order of hashbrowns,
sopped up the dregs of eggs, and caught
the waitress’ eye for a coffee top-off. Then his gray whiskers grew wide again, imputing a kind of forgotten courage: ‘By god, most days this world is shy on love. Do your part to help, hear?’
the waitress’ eye for a coffee top-off. Then his gray whiskers grew wide again, imputing a kind of forgotten courage: ‘By god, most days this world is shy on love. Do your part to help, hear?’
Ah yes, when making love is truly making love and not just having sex. Love his take on God’s creative gift to us.
(sigh) Wish I lived in Alabama right now. 😉
Beautiful inspiring poem for a sunny lazy Saturday with the promise of Spring.
That’s what I call a tip. Thanks for it.
That guy is smoooooth!
Sure sounds like your friend Brennan Manning!
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