Haiku time again. And once again the commentary is longer than the haiku. We are almost halfway through the Stephen Ministry Leader training, and I am once more in that odd position of being neither fish nor fowl, not fitting in the right categories. Am I a priest or a mental health provider? And what exactly is my role in this particular enterprise? I've heard these questions before. I live these questions. I came with one understanding. Now I must catch the glimmers that are mine, even on a rainy day in Florida, trusting it is indeed a new day. Even in the rain.
Even in the rain
Day fully dawns even whenI cannot see it