"I just want what's
best for me."
he says, firmly convinced
he has a clue
what that would be.
"My life is NOT going
according to plan!"
her bumper sticker proclaims,
as if an earthly sojourn
tailored by her desires
would be heavenly.
Joy is the journey
of those who, from
sheer exhaustion and failure
or contemplative acquiescence
it matters not which,
daily invite holy otherness
to rearrange the cargo
of their dreams and plans.
Theirs is a ship
whose ports are celebrated,
whose manifesto is shape-shifted
by grace into daily manna
as if the universe is powered
by unconditional love.
© 2012 Todd Jenkins
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