Remembering and reclaiming chutzpah.
In my dreams
Pieces of the past
Make themselves present,
Weave new stories.
One of my first bishops
Arrives for Thanksgiving dinner.
I introduce him
To the family.
He praises the seasoning
On the filet mignon.
Awake
I tell stories
Real stories
Non-dreamed stories
To my beloved
Of this bishop
How I redefined the rules,
How he let me
Redefine the rules
So I could vote at Convention:
Me
A priest in my late twenties..
I had chutzpah then.
I guess that’s where
It came from.
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