Let it ring in the air...
A packed church. Overflowing.
A Thursday afternoon. Cold and windy.
Speaker after speaker. Trying to capture something that was gone.
First the lionizing. Which might be comforting to some.
Then hints of humor. And a few less than saintly anecdotes.
Attempts to bring all these different parts together.
Attempts to make sense of what happened.
My mind wandering. Thinking of the story of the blind men and the elephant as the service continues.
Late afternoon sunlight pours through high frosted painted windows.
Outside, trees sway in the wind.
Squint and it looks like someone trying to look inside.
Squint and it looks like the dead man everyone is talking about.
Squint and it looks like God.
Look closely and it's gone.
Look closely and the parts appear. Separate. Unconnected. Messy.
Leaving us to make sense of it.
Or at least try.
The Book I Read: The Storyteller
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