MEN’S CAFE
BY S.P. Lummer

A CAFÉ’ OF MEN GATHER HERE TO TALK, TO LAUGH, TO PRAY.
WE’RE DRAWN EACH WEEK BY SOME STRANGE THING ….MAYBE THE CRAZY THINGS WE SAY.

WE SET A TONE TO NOT BE ALONE.
WE SHAPE A VOICE, WE CRAFT A CREW
NOT TO SEE THROUGH YOU…
BUT TO SEE YOU THROUGH.

A TRIBE CALLED TRUST, A PRIMAL “YAWP” CAN SEEM SOMEWHAT HARRY.
A TIME TO LIFT, A PAUSE TO DREAM AND FRIENDS TO HELP US CARRY.

WE’VE FOUND OUR VOICE WE SPEAK OUR MINDS IN MANY COLORFUL WAYS.
WE’RE DRAWN EACH WEEK TO THIS PLACE – TO TALK, TO LAUGH TO PRAY.

AN ODD STRANGE CREW DOES GATHER HERE
BUT THAT’S WHY WE LOVE THE SPACE WE CALL MEN’S CAFÉ.