Stories from a distance

I am now humming From a distance the world is blue and green. 

Oh so many stories
Will I ever see them
From a distance?
I realize
It may take years
To gain
That proper distance
But then
I have never been
A proper priest
By virtue
Of my gender
By virtue
Of my humor
By virtue
Of my office
Under the altar
Will I ever
Be proper?
Is propriety
To be desired?
So many stories
To be sorted
So many stories
To be told
So many stories
To be held
Dear.