O, my books were Corban.
But my dad had needed them
So I could leave him with the peace
That his son would be fed.
So Christ said, “Do not make things Corban.”
For the alter is what makes sacred, not the gift,
And the alter is to absolve from sins.
Fire works explode the moment I realize
I must do this…
I must keep my blog…
I must advertise…
Know this is what he told me to do
In order to give him rest
That when he is gone,
I will not be poor and an outcast.
O, how many times did I want to give up on this blog.
How many times I wanted to give up on my dream.
But, a father’s wisdom, is that he wants his sons to succeed.
So, I listen to him, who finally has bestowed a blessing
On this meek talent of mine,
Which he said to me, “Do not be the one who buries it in the sand.”
So, please, I hope you understand
That many promises I’ve made,
I cannot keep.
I have to eat.
B. K. Neifert 