Our pilgrimage led East – to Pennsylvania.
I became pastor of a heavily-endowed church
Looking for an infusion of youthful energy
A young pastor and his family to do the trick.
I was full of myself, but little else.
When growth was slow, I fell back to despair.
And looked to a new drug to pick me up.
Effexor did just that –
It picked me up and kept me up for six solid days and nights.
Street signs became messages from God.
Ideas became revelations.
Feverous with a mission, not just to assuage but to save,
I started to cry during sermons
And laugh when I was alone.
Alice took me to Clairon hospital.
As they fastened the door,
I started pacing the floor.
Sensing some signal.
It was the end of the world.
This was the only safe haven left.
I had to break out and bring my family back.
But they were watching me.
I grabbed a plate full of sugar cookies.
And shoved them all in my mouth.
Then took off running toward the glass door,
Crashing into it with a loud BANG.
A crowd gathered around me,
I shoved them away and started running again.
The staff surrounded me and thought they had me subdued.
(Or so they later told me)
the story begins…
the story continues…