Pasture

The whack-a-mole feeling

of stray-dogging too many

Whistlers' Conventions,

week after week,

squeezes daily spiritual practice  

from both ends of the candle.

Seeking to be present to those

expecting CEO mentality, those

facing imminent death's reality, those

facing consequence's eventuality,

I stir modernity's espresso

with the steamed milk

of scripture through a week

of random rainbow encounters,

across the broad spectrum

of planning for all ranges

and committees of infinite variety,

hoping a sermon latte will appear

for Sunday worship's scone. 

What did you do all week?

Photo by Todd Jenkins

© 2014 Todd Jenkins