Envious

Sometimes envy catches us unawares.

This morning I am envious

Of the priest with ALS

Who died way too young,

Yet led the first half of the service

With mechanical voice

And a turn of her head

Two weeks before she died.

Really

I find myself envious

Of what that woman did

Of who that woman was

Of the inspiration she offered

To many.

This morning

I am amazed

At the envy I feel

Of that priest with ALS.

Really?

Really?

Not everything has to relate

To me.

Really

It is possible simply

To be amazed

To be grateful

To be thankful.

It is possible simply

To leave it at that.