Whiskey Preacher
Many years ago when I was in seminary I was asked to submit an assignment – creating a collection of my writings chronicling my faith journey over the years. With strong encouragement from my community, the Journal Of A Postmodern Prophet was created. Interestingly enough, it was my professors who came up with the journal’s title…possibly for all the shit stirring I caused over the years. I will warn you in advance that some of the language is still somewhat evangelical in places, since some of these writings were pulled from a span of writings I did between the ages of 18 – 25…so please have some grace with me. Even though my own seminary, Truett Seminary at Baylor University where I graduated from and from which this project was birthed, will not have much to do with me theses days; however, I am thankful for my time there and for pushing me to become whom I am today…The Whiskey Preacher!
Her Life
Her Life is like a blossomed daisy
So beautiful and tall in it’s own way
Yet so fragile and so timid
The facade that is put on so many times
Just to prove you can stand strong in the wind
In the beginning you chose who could look
Then the time came
Picked apart piece by piece
He loves me he loves me not
As pedals fall you become weak
Searching for the answer
Will I have any more pedals to give
Will I have any more pedals to keep
As you get touched again
The fear of your last pedal being torn off
Then startled at the words to follow
“You’re Beautiful”
As few pedals are dangling in the wind
You get the hope that one day
I will be a daisy again
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