Where to stand

Some experiences take awhile to absorb or even awhile to register.  I suspect this last weekend will be one of those experiences.  I am grateful for my four friends sharing coffee with me this morning, even if they are creatures of my imagination.

Yesterday

Looking out from the pulpit

I noticed Grace

And her companions,

Humility and Charity,

Two pews back.

Providence inhabited

The choir loft.

Me?

I continue not to know

About me,

Where I need to stand

Or sit

Or kneel.

I found myself

In so many places yesterday

I do not know

The proper place,

If there is even

One proper place

Except the blue chair

Where I sit and write

This morning,

Watch and listen to the cat

Sound asleep and snoring,

Hear my daughter*s footsteps

Upstairs.

Grace

Humility

Charity

And Providence

Ring around

The dining table,

Still in their nightclothes,

Laugh about their

Old-fashioned names,

Toast me and one another

With coffee and tea.

From the blue chair

I raise my coffee cup.