Do it again

I am slated to preach in a week and a half.  It has been a long time since I preached.  I have been making notes for the last month.  It is not a surprise to me that I have a preaching dream.  Before now, these dreams involved getting ready for a service and losing my notes and forgetting what I had to say.  Kind of like the dreams about arriving in class to find the final exam and realizing I hadn*t studied.  

This dream had me more than ready to preach, but so delighted to hear what my daughter had to say that I wanted everyone to hear it.

Home alone

For an extended weekend

I capture last night*s dream,

Wonder at the feeling

Left behind.

I attended one of my old churches.

My daughter preached at the early service.

I was slated to preach

At the later one.

Sitting in the pew

With my beloved

We smiled together

At our daughter*s words.

You should do it again

I told her,

Do it again.

More people need to hear

What you have to say.

At this church

They now served whipped cream cake

Between services.

My daughter left her sermon

In the pulpit

For another round

At the later service.

We all ate cake.

I woke from the dream

Strangely warmed.