The Continuous Cluck and Hum

What is the good of being a genius if you cannot use it as an excuse for being unemployed?  ~Gerald Barzan

 

     So these days are going to come, putting out feelers and feeling nothing. The cash register as it records the clink of dollars disappearing one by one. Hearing faith gasp for air because you refuse to loosen your grip. The needle of the gas tank sinking, the price of gas rising. The continuous cluck and hum of sorry from your friends and acquaintances, howszit going? Hmmm. Howszit going? Hmmm. Howszit going? Awww I’m so sorry. Hmmm. The furrowed brow. The unexpected gifts from folk who knew someone in a pinch just like you. The joy and gratefulness of knowing that someone cares brings. Your name etched on the prayer list of at least three ladies who fan and rock on Sunday at 11am service, chanted over by dreadlocked black Buddhists, lifted to the sun by the Red-Blacks who step and drum. And the chain letters that promise “your luck will change if you will just send this to 7 people within the next thirty minutes” that seem to multiply in your email inbox. Yes, those days will come.  

Hold on. Take a breath.

Something spectacular is just around the bend…

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