Every person is a little world

By the bowling green my Dad and I would talk

In 1952 he still could walk

We spent the afternoon in Willows Park

At least there were some sparrows

life was stark

He wore a jacket made of thinning tweed

He smoked cheap cigarettes I love their smell

Though they killed you Daddy I know well.

I did not understand that God was frail

I prayed for you but all to no avail.

The Jews in Auschwitz must have prayed at first

Then singing Kaddish stumbled to their deaths

God cannot be judged though humans can.

Everyones6 a person like I am

Every person is another world

In its Imagination Europe failed

Could Daddy have been saved for ten more years?

Does even the best neighbour really care?

Few will help us mourn the ones we lost

Ourhearts ignoble will not pay the cost.

Look back in Anger

Katherine

Why did Jesus cross the road?
To look back with anger.

For what did Jesus save us?
Because his 64 GB SD card was empty.

Why did Jesus curse that fig tree?
It stopped him seeing across the road.

Why did Jesus not use a bus?
He said it was unfair to asses and donkeys

Why did Noah leave the Ark?
Because the two animals had become twenty two.

Did Noah read books?
No he just scrolled.

Why do roads have two sides?
Because they are flat.

What is an enigma?
Ah,if only I could explain it!

Why did ancient people believe in salvation?
Because they couldn’t solve Fermat’s Last Theorem

Why did the Pope sell indulgencies?
Because there was a market.

When we say we repent,how do we know we mean it?
I’m stumped.

If I go to Confession,will it be private?
As long as you don’t tweet it later.

Where may I receive Communion?
Is she Spanish?

Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen

The widespread scattering of the Jewish genes
Caused by pogroms cruel and holocaust
A Russian mother, Father, German seems
Now all of them, have turned to earth and dust.

Then the city French called Montreal
Safe home to refugees of every sort
Here Leonard found his path, he heard the call
And learned to bear the suffering of the heart.

Where some men leave this world by their own choice,
The isolating loneliness, the fear
Instead, he struggled, strained, gave us his voice
Even after death, we feel him near.

A man descended from Aaron, the priest,
The same people that gave us G-d and Christ