Most of my friends know that I hold Bono in the highest regard. I sometimes joke about it as if it is a celebrity-crush; but the fact is, I see a lot in him that is extremely mature - not just mature for a rock star and therefore kind of cool, but actually mature - exceptionally mature for a human being. I see characteristics that I can only hope to someday develop through the grace of God.

For some reason I was struck with a very bleak picture while driving home from San Francisco this morning.

Brakelights in traffic maze
Cold fog of darkened days
Unwelcome April rain
Only hide this city's pain

Headsets and 6 AM calls
High heels and open air malls
Hope cashed in and virtue mocked
Joy forgotten, rusty and docked

Neglected empty bankers
Neglecting empty beggars
Loneliness that knows no peace
Christ was sent for such as me

Okay, so in my last entry (from like 10 minutes ago), I talked about the Dudes Retreat and poetry and all that. I said that I liked my poem and I wanted other people to like it. Well, when I read it I thought there was a generally positive response. People were impressed with me, it seemed, and I felt good about that. So this poem wrote itself while I was taking a leak in front of the mirror afterward. Pretty self-explanatory, and a little sick:

I spent last weekend in San Francisco with 10 of my closest guy friends at a "Dudes Retreat." It was a really powerful experience for me.

Well, after intending to get this poem up on my blog for almost 3 weeks now, I am finally doing it. I had a desire to go hang out with people tonight, but it didn't work out, so now I am at home alone and really enjoying it. Maybe that says something about my pace of life lately. Or maybe not. Either way...