Eleven years ago, it poured rain here in McHenry County. It came down in buckets in what was a very soggy month. That put a crimp in plans for an evening mini folk festival we planned for the grounds of what was then called the Tree of Life Unitarian Universalist Congregation in McHenry and is now known as Tree of Life UU Congregation. Undeterred, we moved the program into the sanctuary and a little more than 50 folk slogged through the storm anyway.
The program, grandiosely named Just Plain Folk—Ordinary People Doing Extraordinary Things, was a benefit for our Compassion for Campers (C4C) program for homeless PADS clients and despite the gloomy weather raised enough money to keep it afloat through the rest of the season until the seasonal church-based overnight shelters resumed operations in October. By the way, that program is now in its fourteenth year of operation and is humming along nicely serving an often abused and neglected unhoused population year round at the Community Resource Days at Willow Crystal Lake.
The program included Appalachian and early country music by The Siblings featuring singer Cheryl Niemo, Dave Drayer on the stand-up bull fiddle and Andy Andrick on guitar; Chicago folk scene vet Norman “Mad Dwag” Siegel who did a set heavy on singer-songwriter material from the 60s and is playing for C4C again at the upcoming benefit at Crystal Lake Brewing on Wednesday, August 30; and Memphis based traditional bluesman Andy Cohen who headlined with a tight hour set that was a virtual clinic on great guitar picking and roots blues.
Then with all of the musicians on stage and the audience on its feet we closed with a Centennial birth year salute to Woody Guthrie by singing This Land is Your Land with all of the subversive, seldom sung verses.
At the beginning of the evening, I snuck in one of my poems. Yeah, I know it wasn’t fair, but I was up there as emcee and had the microphone. The piece was written for the occasion and the theme of ordinary people doing extraordinary things.
To tell you the truth, I had forgotten I wrote it until I stumbled on an old post about the event. It struck me, he said immodestly, as not half bad. And as a challenge.
Caught in the act of committing poetry.
My Prayer Tonight
A Poem for Just Plain Folk—Ordinary People Doing Extraordinary Things
August 9, 2012
Let me be worthy of those
whose names have been forgotten.
Those who stood up,
stood out
and stood down.
Those whose hands bled,
brows sweated
and backs bent.
Those who nurtured,
nursed
and loved without question.
Those who questioned,
created
and cared.
Those who offered hands up,
hand outs,
and hands on deck when it mattered.
Those who saw far,
saw clearly
and saw what need be done.
Those who sang,
who danced,
and laughed despite it all.
Those of faith,
free thought,
and far horizons.
Oh, Greater Mystery,
make me worthy of them all.
—Patrick Murfin
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