Way Open

The internship which I have struggled and strained and spent so much energy on... will happen... when it should.  It will even be at the place I knew was a fit from the beginning.  I liked them, they liked me.  The program was wonderful and solid and will give me the experience I need.  But the timing wasn*t right... simply wasn*t right.  I tried to finagle it.  No.  I am Very Good at Making Things Work.  Still no.  It seems this fall is Right.  Really?  Really?   Yes.  I*m glad I was not Sarah waiting for that baby, Abraham waiting for the promised succession of heirs.  Really?  Really?  Yes.

After what seems an eternity

Everything settles into place.

The original discernment last September

Was for September coming:

Not January,

Not June,

No amount of wrangling, interviewing,

Emailing, fingerprinting,

Made it different.

February found me in the new office

Listening through the door

to small children sing

The wheels on the bus go round and round.

It seems

I will have the summer to garden

The summer to drive

The summer to breathe.

Probably there are summer plans

I know nothing about.

There is a dandelion in my window well

The first of the dandelion season.

The Quakers say Way Open

The path when things fall

Together,

Doors open easily.

The wheels on the bus go round and round.

The quality of mercy is not strained,

Not Strained.

It falls gently

Like spring rains which bring forth

Sunny bright yellow dandelions.

Way Open.