What Being a Ukulele Player Means . . .
From Tom Ehlinger
My wife, Anne, sent me this and I had to pass it on. Sums things up well, I think.
You do not have to be good
writes Mary Oliver, who was not
talking about the ukulele,
but could have been.
You do not have to be good,
and, in fact, no one expects that you will be.
Really, if it should turn out
that you are good
no one will be impressed.
Playing the uke is trivial and quiet,
something with very little
merit, other than your own joy,
and perhaps the amusement
of a person or two who sings along.
If you love it at all, it will be
simply for the thing itself,
without thought of gain or glory.
Blessed are the meek
said Jesus, and also
The last shall be first,
which I take to mean
that the angels, whatever they may be,
sing their glory to God
not with harps,
but with ukuleles.
© Lynn Ungar 4-15-15 - Posted on this website with Lynn's permission
About Lynn Unger
Lynn Ungar’s first book of poetry, Blessing the Bread, earned her fans around the world. In her professional life she serves as a minister for the Church of the Larger Fellowship, an online congregation for Unitarian Universalists and other religious liberals. In her free time she trains dogs for competition in obedience, agility and canine musical freestyle (dancing with dogs). She is also an avid singer and contra dancer. Lynn lives on the east side of the San Francisco Bay with her wife, teenaged daughter, two dogs and a cat.