Brother O

 

Brother O

A charcoal grill, a keg on ice,
before a few friends who try to dress nice,
Brother O pronounces: “Husband and wife."  

Couples by the hundred he's sanctified
in back yards, city parks, under birches.
Rarely in churches.
These are joyous affairs with a simple touch.
"For people," he says, "who can't afford much."

His one request, it’s not too awful,
you must come to his kitchen
for a breakfast of waffles.
With maple syrup he’ll amuse you:

“Joseph was a carpenter,
so Jesus his son grew up in that culture.
Do you ever wonder what Jesus would say
when He hit his thumb with a hammer?”

The ceremony he performs for free.
The answer: love. You’ll see.

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From my book Foggy Dog.
First published in Uppagus
Jeep photo by Dorothy Duncan