13 May 2004 - 9:45 p.m.
"First she is an ancient queen
How fine to be Narcissa,
"I have a secret place to go.
And sometimes when the wind is rough
"For forty-three years he was the antislavery-preaching, peace-preaching minister of the South Congregational Church in Boston -- a church which was neither South nor Congregational, but Unitarian and, after it moved from Roxbury, in the Back Bay. He was later Chaplain of the Senate and, throughout his life, constituted a sort of one-man ecumenical movement. On one occasion, criticized for having taken Communion in an Episcopal church -- Trinity Church in Boston -- by an Episcopalian divine who concluded by wondering where Dr. Hale received his invitation to come up to the altar rail, Hale replied by saying he got his invitation two thousand years ago."
Pleasures: honeysuckle next to the porch, a gardenia posy now in my kitchen, a purring cat next to my lap, David Massengill singing "On the Road to Fairfax County," microwavable stuffed peppers, productive meetings, two new poems drafted (and a third starting to gel). . .
Hey, look, I was listening to "Fairfax County" at this time last year, too.
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