Augustine.

My Construction Theology class throws me in many directions. I love it. I have written so much about the body and Augustine in this last week that I am pleasantly perplexed... Augustine, you ole devil you....

Augustine

Augustine were you happy?

Did anybody cry?

Did you pull the sheets above your head

as you lay in wait to die?

Did anybody hold your hand?

Did they bring you wine and bread?

Did you worry what would happen

when you said hello to death?

I sometimes read confessions with

and air of I don't care

but I know you wrote some dazzle worthy

lines, like God's brushstrokes on air

I would have sat beside you

I would have held your hand

I would have watched you write your books

host the Holy marching band!

I know your in the garden talking to the snake

i know the snake is glad

to find his long lost found 

soul mate

Augustine don't you worry

Augustine, don't you care

Augustine pull the covers off

rise up, you are not dead

forget now I will do for you

go on and just let go

of sin and body mind and head

and have that beer instead.