I’ve been staying with relatives the last three weeks as I help sort through my grandmother’s remaining possessions that were in storage whilst she was in the nursing home after her stroke. By times its been just sorting & tossing, while other times tears have coursed down my cheeks as I dawdle down memory lane and wish I could have more time.
Most of the things that have triggered weepy moments, have been things that she wrote or cut out of a magazine, or something we read together – words. Words are powerful, they are able to go around the world and convey images and experiences so that we can all share them.
Here’s one poem that she saved in a bible, that made me laugh, and think – all at the same time.
A Monkey’s Meditation
A monkey musing in his cage
Upon the progress of the age,
Half-whispered as I happened by,
“This evolution is a lie.”
Surprised to hear him speak so plain.
I paused profounder truths to gain.
Unconscious I was there to heed,
He thus continues with his creed:
“For mortal man to try to trace
Descent from our illustrious race
Is rank injustice to our clan,
The monkey much surpasses man.
“In bloody wars, men butcher men;
They slander both with tongue and pen.
They cheat, they lie, they swear, they steal;
And wild with wine, they rock and reel.
“They trample justice in the dust;
They loll in luxury and lust.
Their men, their women young and old.
They sell their very lives for gold,
“They laugh at law, they twist their truth,
They crucify the dreams of youth.
Their hearts are hard as solid stone,
They worship God with lips alone.
“Man thus has left a trail of crime,
Too foul to sanctify with time.
The record of the human race
Brings flaming blushes to my face.
“The monkey leads the simple life,
Is loyal to his wedded wife.
No lady monkey yet, of course,
Has ever sought or won divorce!
“The monkey home is still serene,
The father, king; the mother, queen.
The little monkeys, too, obey
Their parents in the good old way
“We have no haunts of sin and shame.
No racketeers our ranks defame.
Our record stands an open book
At which the world has leave to look.
“No self-respecting monkey can
Admit himself akin to man.
According to the Word from on High
This evolution is a lie.”
~ D.E. Guyton
From a tract published by Osterhus Pub. House
4500 W. Broadway