What shall I wear?

Today*s gospel from Matthew got me thinking.  I always hate that the guest invited at the last minute was thrown out for not wearing appropriate clothing.  I remember early on in ordained life calling female colleagues before official gatherings and asking if they were wearing their collars (and being called by them asking the same of me.)  Maybe men don*t do that, but it was a version of not wanting to be over or under-dressed.  I have always worn comfortable shoes.  It is a gift from my mother... the importance of comfortable feet.  Now that I have the gift of different vision in my right and left eyes, and realizing I get to live with it for now (even if they could figure out what it was), deciding what to wear seems a question of which eye I choose to see through.  I have entered one more six month non-driving period.  It almost seems like I didn*t pass the first six-month period and there is more to learn. What shall I wear?

What shall I wear?

These days it seems

An eye patch

And comfortable shoes

Are in order.

Of course it all depends

On the occasion,

What I will be doing,

Not to mention

Whether I need to blend in

Or stand out.

What to wear?

Is it a banquet at the king*s house

Or trimming the bushes in back?

Will I stand behind the table

To serve the food

Or kneel with hands outstretched

To receive whatever is offered.

What shall I wear?

I stand by the closet and wonder

Which eye to look through,

Straight on

Or shimmery?

Either way is not clear.

An eye patch and comfortable shoes?

Dark glasses and a collar?

Perhaps the bushes in back

Need a trim.

Perhaps there are hands I need to see

Held out.

What to wear?

Which eye needs the patch?

I think comfortable shoes

Are always in order.