He noticed the front license plate on my Mustang; it reads POET. He first remarked in that stupid cliche, “So you’re a poet and don’t know it.”
I didn’t quite know how to respond to that, so I simply said, “Yes. I’m a poet.”
He asked what sort of poetry I wrote and I told him that most of it was of a spiritual nature. He said he was pleased to hear that. Then, I said, “God is good.”
He twisted his face as if confused, saying something I didn’t quite catch, but the gist was that God was only good when we do our part.
It shouldn’t have surprised me when he moved quickly to other matters, business matters, and his displeasure at the situation with a project I’m involved in. When I didn’t immediately agree with his viewpoint, he decided to minimize my efforts, telling me he knew someone who said she... Read More »