Friday, December 9th: Listen …

The pied piper leads a merry dance,
compelling gaity and painted smiles;
canned laughter pops open like beer,
frothing over the dancing throng.
Weaving through the sombre parade,
out of key and out of place,
piercing tunes enough to wake the dead,
shopping mall muzak in the funeral chapel:
We played the flute for you, but you did not dance;
we wailed, but you did not mourn.
Still you don’t get it.
Turn down the dial and listen …

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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