The Unclad Soul

Out on the busy noisy streets Walk the dregs of humanity The homeless The addicts The creeps The hooker The gang banger The snobs The elitists The bigots The perverts The abusers The bully cops The Capitalist crooks The control freaks The compromised preachers The cheaters The lonely The wounded The broken The disabled The lost You. Me. And out on the busy noisy streets Walk the decent, the lovely The kindhearted The compassionate The dreamers The visionaries The tireless workers The aging wise The innocent young The risk takers The pioneers The gentle The funny and free The huggers The kissers The benevolent neighbor The listening physician The insightful therapist The good cops The bankers with integrity The caring authentic ministers The teachers who inspire The poets and their dazzling words The angelic babies with their piercing eyes The working moms The patient dads The adorni...

I attended the funeral of an old friend this week. He owned the funeral home in the last town where I was a minister for the 14 years I was there. Several years ago he retired. I so admired him. He knew how to comfort people caught in some horrible grief. He had a calming presence. He was professional in every way. He chewed on these great dark cigars and one day I asked for one. He smiled and gave me three and from then on anytime I wanted one he handed them over. On the way back from cemeteries we often talked about God and death and the people we loved. He was an amazing father and grandfather. He taught me to listen, to observe, to not be so concerned with comments or answers for hurting people, but to just be a presence for them. He was my friend. I was not close to my father. He was a good, moral man. He provided for our family. But he was often indifferent to his children. I knew he loved us, but he seemed incapable or not interested in really knowing any of us. He shared s...