Day off

Ah, the danger of taking a day off and considering the pieces.  When I opened my email, an unlikely long ago friend requested to have lunch with me.  In truth it may be a piece of my mosaic, but potentially way more than that.  I have been wondering about the theme of my life after leaving parish ministry.  It is like I have been set free to consider priesthood on the edges, and I have no idea what it will contain.  I do have some of the pieces, but it is also clear I am not done yet.  Of course the house is still undone.  Everything, it seems, is a metaphor.

Today was set aside;

A day to consider the pieces

I have been given,

Consider how they might fit

In the picture.

A message from a friend

Tells me

The box of pieces acquired

So far

Is partial

At best.

It tells me

I am not done yet

By a long shot.

It tells me

When I left what I was doing

The world expanded

Or perhaps

I was suddenly aware

It is way more

Than I had imagined.

A message from a friend

Brings me back to the time

When I was four,

Saw the clouds move

And knew,

Simply knew

There is a God.

Now I know

I am not done

By a long shot.

The clouds are up there

Moving.

What I have been given

Is partial at best

And

I will never be done.