The lights are still burning
here in this study where we have palavered,
You and I.
Schedules, announcements, task lists, meetings, reminders;
these, I had thought, were not the makings of this calling,
but rather the minutiae, the thoughtless means
by which I could excuse myself of responsibility.
"No," You said, "here is where the Holy begins:
caring words of gratitude,
"'Come and see' are the words through which
My Kingdom is come and
My Will is done.
The hand extended in welcome,
not the shoulder turned in contemplation,
so easily mistaken for rejection."
And here I kneel, in the presence of the Holy,
whispering thanks for these few moments of
learning yet again
the wisdom so simply displayed
in my father's fields:
there is no harvest to be reaped,
and the world, and I,
shall go unfed.