It’s a big week coming up for me. I’m on a tight deadline for an agent who is interested in my work. And I’m going to a pretty intense Laity Leadership Institute retreat Thursday – Sunday.
Plus lots and lots of strategy planning for our budget cycle involving exciting possibilities for TheHighCalling.org and HighCallingBlogs.com.
That kind of week means I ought to start it with poetry. Like L.L. said, real men read poetry, even real business men coming to Laity Lodge (which I use in the gender neutral sense of the word on account of some female business men/persons coming to the retreat as well).
We took communion last night at a special service and that sent me back to a poem I began earlier this month.
Communion
Good news breaks
like bread, mass
produced wheat slices
chopped by elders
last night or gourmet
kalamata olive loaf
from super markets
or German rye
from a local baker.
Not condemnation,
not restoration,
but consummation
sliced and wrapped
in foil at 350 degrees
for ten minutes.
Pay attention
to the time. Don’t
spread your imitation
butter on something
black and bitter.
