Sunday, April 10, 2016

Bishop dreams

Remembering and reclaiming chutzpah.

In my dreams
Pieces of the past
Make themselves present,
Weave new stories.
One of my first bishops
Arrives for Thanksgiving dinner.
I introduce him
To the family.
He praises the seasoning
On the filet mignon.
I tell stories
Real stories
Non-dreamed stories
To my beloved
Of this bishop
How I redefined the rules,
How he let me
Redefine the rules
So I could vote at Convention:
A priest in my late twenties..
I had chutzpah then.
I guess that’s where
It came from.

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