Topical drift

Some old folks don’t know they’re dying. Some younger ones aren’t even trying. I’m still busy proselytizing. I see my story’s getting old.

Jesus is right, of course. What proceeds from our hearts – recommends or condemns us. There is an eternal hell, but nobody stays there forever. There are big stories blaring from the loudspeakers: rich men pretending to shove each other around. But I’m just a little guy, keeping my head down. I’m sure something new will turn up soon.

I got a letter from an old friend. I put off my sword and buckler, and lay back in the meadow’s new grass under the morning sun, listening to the brook. And I was happy.

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