(You may remember that Dennis used to introduce his radio program as
“A show where we talk about everything…except poetry.” That, we will overlook.)
He is no friend of poetry
But still a friend of mine
For I’ve been tuning in…
Well, since “Religion on the Line”
And in a world of conflict
Of arguments and yelling
Who’d think that calm reflection
Could be so darn compelling?
He’s guided us through concepts
Both simple and mysterious
That males are not like females
And happiness is serious
He’s pondered theses from the East
And values from the West
And leaves no doubt in listeners
Of those he thinks the best
And like the best professors
He’s often quite demanding
Though not to force agreement
But, rather, understanding
Then came a moment unforeseen
And Fate has laid him low
We’ve learned for weeks and weeks on end
How it was “touch and go”
Silenced by a sudden fall
It seemed to us absurd
Some stood, some bowed, some knelt
But, friends, we all put in a word
Can he feel the waves of praying?
Well, if I had to guess
I’d think, then think a second time
And always answer, “Yes.”
And we’ll continue praying
We’ve made that act our choice
Until again we’re tuning in
To hear his friendly voice
