I met with E.B. Brooks last week, the man who covers my back and reads my reports, and makes the way easy for me. I shared with him the curse of being a Baptist – that hyper-activist, high-acheiver, chronic-workaholics like myself do not find healing in the Baptist circles but instead are rewarded and their faults go unchecked. “Maybe I should have been a Catholic” I told him. I also mentioned a poem I wrote last year that describes my terrible state. He made me promise to send it to him.
. . . i am my own junk-collector
an iron monger
who buys but never sells
heavy trinkets
and shackles
that rattle out
the jingles
of my self-promises
and pathetic chants
for someOne
to buy me
out
i am the master than throws the stick and
i am the dog that fetches it
i am my own fagan and
i am a hundred oliver twists
i am my own gravedigger
and i am the first volunteer
to fill the hole
when the mourners
have left
Read Full: “I am my own jailer”.
What a terrible state to be in indeed!
C’mon Andrew…leave it all behind! Can you not hear the still small voice beyond the plastered walls, the vested interests, the vestements, the investments, the vests?!
Best to you.
I like that poem. A lot. I think it applies to more than Baptists, though. High achievers crop up in just about any denomination (including those of use in nondenominational denominations). Come to think of it, though, there are plenty of low achievers out there, too. It’s all about balance.
AC
P.S. – Glad to see Franz Ferdinand and Green Day on your list of tunes. 🙂
So, contemplating celibacy are we? Having done time in both Baptist and Catholic circles let me just say that there’s neuroses waiting for you on either side of the fence – just different ones. Take your pick.
Now that should be our official disillusioned baptist anthem…I totally know how you feel