Just Another Foul-Mouthed Saint
His soul was calloused from being hidden, protected, defended. His voice lacked the listen harder whisper of the preacher’s temptations. He claimed to be just another “foul-mouthed saint” unraveling the mystery of life’s implications. Yet he possessed a charm, a beguiling attitude that invited interest, an aura of “something” you just couldn’t get a handle on. He could talk or he could listen – as required. He taught the nuances of the game, the touch pass, how to throw an elbow (when necessary), how to play the game…of life. He would teach you to play to win…but never let you win…until you did.
Somehow you knew he believed in you and shared that belief with you. Oh, he was loud!! He yelled…not at you, but to encourage you…and you heard him. His voice would echo through your life in a more resounding tone than the echoed reverberations of the chapel preachers. His voice was that of the moment, the streets, the family, the spirit of life. It was the voice of “another foul-mouthed saint”.
A confusing sound
A man laughing at himself
Spiritual joy
5/14/2021
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2021
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