BOLLARD
“Who is God to you?”
“God is a bollard?”
“What’s a bollard?”
“It’s one of those solid steel
or iron posts that boats tie up to
when they come home.”
“Oh, I’ve seen them,
but I never knew
what they were called.”
“They are also posts
to stop cars and trucks
from getting into certain areas.
But I like the first meaning
of the word “bollard”: one of those
solid posts on docks
to slip a big, fat,
“Who is God to you?”
“God is a bollard?”
“What’s a bollard?”
“It’s one of those solid steel
or iron posts that boats tie up to
when they come home.”
“Oh, I’ve seen them,
but I never knew
what they were called.”
“They are also posts
to stop cars and trucks
from getting into certain areas.
But I like the first meaning
of the word “bollard”: one of those
solid posts on docks
to slip a big, fat,
strong, sturdy rope around.”
“Well, who is God
when you leave harbor?”
“Oh, that’s when I forget God –
“Well, who is God
when you leave harbor?”
“Oh, that’s when I forget God –
that is
till something goes wrong,
till big waves start crashing,
till a storm starts smashing me.
till something goes wrong,
till big waves start crashing,
till a storm starts smashing me.
I know God is called, "The Ocean",
but I prefer God,"The Harbor",
and I can’t wait to get home -
and I can’t wait to get home -
and moor my ship to a bollard.”
© Andy Costello,
Reflections 2008
1 comment:
I need a bollard right now. I need to stay in the harbor for a bit. Maybe I will go on retreat.....
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