This is the priest equivalent of not arriving prepared for the exam. Even though I am not serving behind the altar these days, but rather, under the altar, counseling people one by one, I still have these dreams from time to time. It seems years and years of a particular path, speaking a particular language, begs such things as church dreams like this one. I wake up wondering if I will be invited to the picnic... the one everyone will attend.
Again I did not arrive
Prepared
For the job:
No alb
No sermon
Heck I didn*t even know
The proper lessons
For the day.
The outside sign said
They were now
In Palos Park.
Still I got there
By a back entrance
In cassock and surplice.
They said they*d figure out
Some sort of stole
To make me look official.
They always were nice
Like that.
I did not arrive prepared.
It took back road after back road
To get there.
Light attendance was promised.
There was a picnic scheduled
For the afternoon.
Everyone would attend
The picnic.
