Ishmael, come home, my boy.
Forgive me of your departure, for it distresses me so.
Your mother is a wonderful lady,
and this one I am at home with,
this woman of promise,
she bemoans anything that finds her ill at ease.
Ishmael, come home, for I love you.
You are now a wondering ass of a man,
sophisticated in your wild ways,
and if I were to think I'm not crazy,
I'd be crazier still.
But have I set you free?
Ishmael, those who seek the Lord
want for no good thing.
So cry out loud, God hears you.
Cry out of your need,
for those with will be without.
Seek your father in heaven, for I have failed you.
(Genesis 21:5, 8-20a, Psalm 34, Matthew 8:28-34)
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
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