The First Few Months

I arrive.  Heat.  Sweat. Dust.  Arrange.  Tired.  Why so tired? Too many appeals.  Get room in order.  A simple sanctuary.  Art. Music.  Words. Faith and understanding. I hope sleep comes.  La Pieta dancing in the night.  Lord, now you let your servant…  Sleep comes.

 

The race begins.  Schedule.  Schedule. Schedule.  New faces.  New places.  New roads.  Where am I?  Who are these people? Be a priest.  A priest.  Priest.  Forever.  Remember.  Onward.  More.  More.  Mas.  Day off please.  Day off. Finally balance.  Finally.  El fin. 

 

Enter the houses.  Eating.  Praying.  Praying and eating.  Hustle.  Bustle.  I fall.  He falls.  We all fall.  Where’s the Spirit?  What’s the Spirit?  Who’s the Spirit? I laugh.  He laughs.  We all laugh.  Dancing with stars.  Popping with corn.  Family.  Friends.  Faith.  Community?

 

The players.  New York.  New Jersey. Mexico. Honduras.  Smiles.  Faith.  They really have faith.  Disappointments though.  And sadness.  So much sadness.  And sickness.  So much sickness.  It’s why we are here.  Why are we here?

 

The joys.  I want to be Catholic.  I want to be Catholic.  I want to be Catholic.  This class and that class.  We try.  We are trying.  We have tried.  Can I go?  I can’t go.  Let’s go!  You’re invited.  Please come.  Eat this.  Listen to this.  Have this.  Can we help?  Here you go.  Let’s go.

 

The beauty.  Views.  Leaves.  Rising and falling.  Turning and calling.  Twinkle in the sky.  Glow in the night.  Tunnels of trees.  Trees.  Hills. Mountains of majesty. Majesty of the Majestic.  Thank you.  Sigh.  Sun sets. The setting sun now dies away…  Holy darkness.  Holy life.

 

The places.  Cities of Johnson and Jefferson.  More towns than Morristown.  Towns of Norris and gaps of the land of Cumber. The villas of Maynard, Nash and Knox.  And even a few Ruts.  Oh and don’t forget Erwin…  Erwin?  Really?

 

The future.  Land and churches.  Churches or land? Where to wander?  What to wonder?  I wonder and wander.  Pray.  Let’s pray.  Must keep three times a day.  Vision to foresee.  What do we see?  Floating on the sea.  Not mine.  Not yours. Not ours.  His.  It’s His.  We are His.