Cost

Holy stories are not limited to the ones told in church or between office walls.  There is holiness in the listening and in the telling.  Sometimes it*s hard to tell who should be paying whom.  There is always cost involved, somehow.  Sometimes money changes hands.  

Yesterday brought

Eight countable hours.

Three I was paid for.

Two cost me money:

The trainer

The hairdresser.

Both had deep stories.

The hairdresser even cleaned my glasses

So I could see my new haircut

More clearly.

I re-met a woman from church

On the street corner.

She has learned to pass

With adequate social skills.

This comes

With clear cost

To her.

We shook hands when we met,

Shook hands

When I left.

When I turned around,

She had disappeared

Entirely.

Everything costs something.

Sometimes we pay.

Sometimes we are paid.

Sometimes the exchange

Is simply, purely, free.