The rest of the week

Some weeks it's easy to get overwhelmed.

This week has already brought me

More

Than I could ever do.

I even asked for

A lot of it.

The rest of the week

Is dedicated to:

Never mind.

Never mind.

The rest of the week

Is for sifting,

Is for sieving,

Is for winnowing.

The rest of the week

Is for pouring through

Seeing what is left behind.

The rest of the week

Is to determine

The one next thing.

Clipping back

More metaphors today.  He reminded me of vineyards, of pruning for growth, building walls to strengthen and protect, allowing for the possibility of better fruit.  Let my yes be yes, and my no be no.  Who knew?  Another prayer.  Amen.

I finally clip back

The clematis.

It will come back strong

Come spring.

That’s the promise.

This Advent

I sift and sort,

Pare and prune,

Tie up branches

That need

To be strengthened.

I put evergreens

With the winterberries

In the black olive vase

To remind me of green,

Lest I lose sight of it.

I clip back,

Sift and sort,

Pare and prune,

Tie up branches

In need of support,

Place green

In indoor spaces

To help me remember.

Today is for sifting

Today is a day I reclaimed for myself.  I could have attended Clergy Conference.  It would have been the first time in three or four years.  I have always enjoyed reconnecting with colleagues.  Clergy Conference was always at a very familiar place.  Now it's not.  Nothing wrong with that, just too much new for now.  Maybe next year.  Today is for sifting.

I am not adding

Any more information

To this day.

I am not meeting

Anyone new

Or old,

Unless I count

As old yet new.

Today requires nothing new.

Today is for sifting.

Today is for reclaiming

An order to things.

Today is for finding out

Whether this particular puzzle piece

Is part of the sky,

Part of the landscape,

Or perhaps a piece

Of the edge.