By Morf Morford
Sometimes we know the answer,
Even when we’d rather not,
And even when we’re told,
Even when we’d rather not listen
In fact we, most of us at least,
Would rather kill the prophet
Than listen to what we know he will tell us.
And even then
That voice will never die,
Even though human history
And nearly every human heart
Would far rather kill
Or even die,
Than hear someone who would tell us,
Not only to hear the truth but to live it.
We need another barefoot prophet
To remind us that love is the only answer
And our hands are given to hold and to heal.
But if we had another barefoot prophet
Maybe, just once,
As if we too were treading on holy ground.
Morf Morford considers himself a free-range Christian who is convinced that God expects far more of us than we can ever imagine, but somehow thinks God knows more than we do. To pay his bills, he’s been a teacher for adults (including those in his local county jail) in a variety of setting including Tribal colleges, vocational schools and at the university level in the People’s Republic of China. Within an academic context, he also writes an irreverent ESL blog and for the Burnside Writers Collective. As he’s getting older, he finds himself less tolerant of pettiness and dairy products.