I am nearly finished with a year-long chaplain training program. I wrote the following about the mixed feelings of uncertainty and hope I feel as it is ending. I hope it touches all of you finding your way through moments of change.
And I’m not just whistling Dixie…
Your progressive redneck preacher,
Upon a spiders web you hang
Only a breath away from falling
So the prophet-seer said.
And so I am
Caught in winds
Winds of what was
And what may be
To all that lays below and around
Be they the prophets’ consuming flames
Or jagged rocks with knife like edge
Or surging waves swallowing my soul
Into unceasing storm
Or upon freshly greening soil
A shedding of all the certainties
Which I wrap around myself
To warm my trembling form
Like so many tattered rags
The death of all my expectations
So this seed may fall away
And I spring up
Into possibilities undreamed.