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Commentary
The other day, I was in the living room of a friend. As we talked, I looked over at his bookshelves, and half of one shelf was devoted to books by the biographer William Manchester. Right in the middle was the three-volume biography of Winston Churchill, entitled, The Last Lion. That’s when I recalled with chagrin that I had mistakenly told someone recently about listening to the three-part “Last Lion of Manchester” (as though Churchill was from Manchester). I understand much of what I listen to or read, but accurately retain only a fraction of it. Despite this intellectual weakness, I feel compelled to write poetry, and harbor the fond hope of evoking important thoughts in others. It CAN happen, but only as God uses weak things to achieve powerful results.