I went to the guy in charge who it seemed I knew somewhat well. I told him my fiver year old grandson was here and that poem was inappropriate. He turned away from me and was clapping.
I felt peace and expectation.
The leader said, as I stepped toward the man, "He won't understand you. He's just a dumb rabbi." I answered, "He'll understand me. I'm just a dumb minister."
I was just sitting there, wondering what was happening.
I would like to start staying in the visions instead of opening my eyes when I see something.