L Milton Hankins Poet Dramatic Monologue

The Ascension

After my timely sermon on the ascension,
An inquisitive lad with piercing eyes and dark unruly hair
about five years old, I'd say,
tugged at my robe
while I greeted worshippers.
"Let's go home, Timmy, " his parents pleaded.
It was more than a nudge young Timmy needed.
When the crowd had dispersed, I kneeled
to his eye level, face-to-face,
"So, Timmy, what's troubling you, " I said with a smile.
"Well, " he said, "I hope Jesus wore a real heavy coat
because it gets awfully cold
when you go really high up
like maybe a mile,
And why didn't Jesus go into orbit, pastor? "
I was speechless, I-uh-I …
had not considered those serious concerns
of a smart little fellow,
[nor had anyone else in the congregation]
But, Timmy had, and Timmy wanted answers!

[Little Timmy grew up, went to seminary, and became a priest.
I have always wanted to hear him preach a sermon on the ascension! ]

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