Class Reunion? Maybe a template?
So in this very real world you can never go back and in some ways you can never go home….yet I must say a bunch of folks who survived high school at the same place and in the same time as yours truly spent some hours together last weekend. These are my(Thanks Steve) observations.
We spoke to each other of family. We spoke to each other about rich life experiences. We spoke to each other about physical challenges and triumphs. We spoke to each other about work and purposes. ….and far more important…..
We listened to each other about families. We listened to each other about life experiences. We listened to each other about work/purpose.
We’re some of the same old grouping of people clinging together some….well some…but not horribly….
We’re some people missed? Yes…. Yet the people there were really …for a few minutes “there” with each other. How was this accomplished? Well it was not stated anywhere, however it seems pretty evident we all made an internal decision to find things that united us—not divided us. We didn’t worry about who had the exact version of things or the answers to all of life’s riddles.
You see…. As a group we have a lot of things in common….we have a lot of common values and priorities. We have a lot of positive energy to offer each other and we can avoid putting our black paint in other people’s yellow paint.
Maybe our nation should have a class reunion?
Oh and I offered the song lyric poetry recital and promised I’d post these lyrics/words in a couple places… so I’ll do that.
Roosevelt. Avenue Rosary
Jim Whalen
In the Stained glass palace
We lifted up the Challace
Hope the good Lord got a fair trade for his loss
We were just a bunch of kids
Praying that He did
Staring up at the old cross
We prayed the Roosevelt Avenue Rosary
As we rolled our machines through the park
And the trinity still was a mystery
Like the forbidden fruit in the dark
Well they taught us some science and Algebra said we’d need that for our survival
But whenever we asked a tough question they just smiled and tossed us a bible
they preached about kind social matters
But it seemed they’d never quite trust us
As the ninja nuns roamed the hallways
Always looking to bust us
We Prayed the Roosevelt Ave Rosary
Prayed all alone in the dark
Yet no one ever would tell us
Why the Unicorn got left off the ark
Well we left on the wings of an angel
Some of us flew pretty far
We started out naive and innocent
Maybe some us still are
Some of us have climbed pretty high
On the Grace that the Good Lord once gave us
All of the rest are doing are best
And hoping the saints will still save us
Pray the Roosevelt. Ave Rosary
Over and over again
Roosevelt Ave Rosary
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit Amen
(A song version is available on YouTube and the podcast (coming soon))
Peace & Joy 77
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