It is January 2 and I've written my annual letter to the Bishop. And now my Beloved reads me yesterday's Peanuts cartoon about Snoopy's annual report to the Head Beagle. Clergy friends: Worth reading. "How many cats have you chased?"
I have written
The annual letter.
It explains the year
In unrelated terms
Much of what
I have done
In twelve months.
Not exactly
A Christmas letter.
No gall bladders here.
No one graduated.
No newly acquired
Cats.
I have never written
A Christmas letter.
And
I left the land
Of parochial reports
Its number of people
Its number of baptisms
Its number of weddings
Ten years ago now
The comparisons
With past years.
Now I write
The annual letter
With no comparisons
Whatsoever.
No one counts the things
I consider counting.
In fact
Everything is always new
Anyway.
No comments:
Post a Comment