“There must be something”,
Will read an unrecorded epitaph
That, avoiding commentary,
May explain Bob’s calling.
But I write of his journey
From terrestrial to ethereal and back.
A painful voyage at times
Searching for and hiding from Bob.
No child losing faith in his church
And seeking another that might reconcile
What he saw with what he felt,
Found a God responsive to his needs.
Accepting, practicing and finally leading
Fellow believers by prayer and sermon
Bob left the business world
To take his place on a modest pulpit.
A casualty of a beatific fall
Bob joined another church,
And found with success
An old nemesis, politics.
He rejoined the world of Mammon
But retained a spiritual need.
Now, not quite a Buddhist,
He appears at rest.
Is it an illusion?
Is there still the cat
That makes incomprehensible, incredible leaps,
Cartwheeling his life in terrifying directions?
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