Friday, February 1, 2019

Poem: January 27, 2019

Sunday

Another Sunday and no church.
Most weeks that would go unnoticed.
I mean, it's really no longer a conscious decision.
I'm not asking, "Pew or Couch? Dress pants or sweats?"
Like many, I think, we discovered
that the math just didn't add up.
What did we gain for our time? And how
could we square the points where
church and life diverge. Was there enough
to love? How much could be forgiven?
What wisdom could we take away
that couldn't be found through other sources-
our friends, our families, our books, each other?
Can one story, however long, however often repeated,
even begin to speak to the great expanse of our lives?
After all, we are thoughtful and reflective.
We've looked behind the curtain. We know
how this all works. We are not the masses.

The only reason I even bring this up
is that yesterday I flew in a jet at 10,000 feet,
and I looked down at the clouds and remembered
my childhood understanding of heaven
and the promises it implied.


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