It’s always time for good poetry, and it’s frequently time for a good laugh. I’ve long found Ron Koertge a reliable source of both! As Exhibit A, I offer this poem.
“Bad News About My Vocation”
by Ron Koertge
I remember how the upper crust in my hometown
pronounced it—care-a-mel. Which is correct, I guess,
but to everybody else it was carmel.
Which led to the misconception about the order
I imagined they served God by heating sugar
to about 170 C, then adding milk and butter
and vanilla essence while they listened
to the radio.
I thought I could do that. I could wear the white
shirt and pants. I knew I couldn’t be good
but I might be a good candy maker.
So imagine my chagrin when I learned about
the vows of poverty and toil enjoined
by these particular friars.
I also crossed off my list the Marshmallowites
and the Applepieites, two other orders I
was thinking of joining.
I don’t know what I’d do without poetry and laughter. Poetry often gives us glimpses into mysteries that make us more human. Laughter keeps us from taking ourselves too seriously, a saving grace.
As Chesterton said, “Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.” So meet Ron Koertge and the “Carmelites,” flap your wings and do some loop-de-loops!