For the Holy Fool
To Parsifal:
You holy fool!
Surely you realize that is what the nickname I gave you means. Perhaps time has matured my sense of humor. The messes love landed us in are looking even sillier to me now.
You are such an effective jester, vulgar or not, you make even God laugh. I think I can hear him now. He placed us on one another's paths and stepped back to see what fools these mortals be.
Who was the fool who thought that you, Parsifal, could receive unconditional love without needing to return it? That was me, the loveblind artist, holy fool.
Who was the fool who couldn't tell me how he felt except, as always, by third party, in a song posted on Youtube some thirty-some-odd years after it was written? That was you, the lovemute songwriter, holy fool.
Who was the great Jester who placed the loveblind and the lovemute in one another's paths and stepped back to see what ironies we would create on our journey home?
That was God, but he's no fool. He knows the end of every story, and he will lead all of us fools home, laughing a blessing on our heads.
Always,
Spook
You holy fool!
Surely you realize that is what the nickname I gave you means. Perhaps time has matured my sense of humor. The messes love landed us in are looking even sillier to me now.
You are such an effective jester, vulgar or not, you make even God laugh. I think I can hear him now. He placed us on one another's paths and stepped back to see what fools these mortals be.
Who was the fool who thought that you, Parsifal, could receive unconditional love without needing to return it? That was me, the loveblind artist, holy fool.
Who was the fool who couldn't tell me how he felt except, as always, by third party, in a song posted on Youtube some thirty-some-odd years after it was written? That was you, the lovemute songwriter, holy fool.
Who was the great Jester who placed the loveblind and the lovemute in one another's paths and stepped back to see what ironies we would create on our journey home?
That was God, but he's no fool. He knows the end of every story, and he will lead all of us fools home, laughing a blessing on our heads.
Always,
Spook
Richard and I remained just friends. I don't claim more than that. If he felt something more for me, he kept it in his private songs, like this one.
Thanks to Beth Snell Lutz of Rich Mullins Old Music for posting this "New Old" song of Richard's. It provoked some much-needed processing for me. The Honest Reason? I could not understand that Richard needed to return my love, and he could not tell me how he felt.
God has a much better sense of humor than we think.
Thanks to Beth Snell Lutz of Rich Mullins Old Music for posting this "New Old" song of Richard's. It provoked some much-needed processing for me. The Honest Reason? I could not understand that Richard needed to return my love, and he could not tell me how he felt.
God has a much better sense of humor than we think.
