seminarian

Despite all of the outlandish
Antics that my brain keeps
trying my heart knows 
there’s no way to discern
its way around this pain. 
The only way out is through.

Dammit.

So after the shopping
And the therapy and 
The pedi and the kids and 
Running endlessly all over
This effing town then
Only then I sit down.

And I pray. And I chant. 
And I pull cards. And I wait. 
Which I hate. And I feel. 
Which I hate even more. 
And when I haven't died yet
then I write.

And only then is this
irrevocable covenant
Renewed.

And God s/he welcomes me home

arms wide open.

Laughing knowing tomorrow

We’ll do it all again.