Monday, April 17, 2017

Bongo Easter

After attending a fulfilling worship service that drizzled some hope on a parched planet, we spent Easter afternoon with bongos and brews.  Those with actual talent strummed guitars as sweet as pecan pie, and we modeled all the tattoos.

We are each contradictions, intersecting here and there with others who match us close enough on the surface.  But we cling to those who share our rare and precious bedrock down deep.

(sound of bongos riffing wildly)

~ Mick, S.D.G.