lenten journal: reflection

I am going to lean into an old poem tonight because I have spent most of the evening cooking and eating with a small group from church. We filled ourselves up with pimento cheese-stuffed pork loin and black-eyed pea risotto, as well as with laughter, good questions, and good stories. This poem feels like a good way to wrap up the night.

reflection

there are days I lay awake at night and wonder even worry about what’s to come because the future feels

like a past due account and I have already spent my time thinking about tomorrow putting the tense in present

there are nights like this when I fall asleep holding on to the day like the last bite of the meal we shared

where we passed our plates like forgiveness and let ourselves love and laugh like the present were a gift

and we press our fingers to get every last crumb and thank God we were made to be hungry

Peace, Milton