my fingers intertwined
with the chain link
fence,
i watch the two
teams
play one another,
casting me
aside,
as there was only one
position
left and two
had shown up
to play . . .
. . . so i'll go home
toss the ball
with the kid
next door,whose
mom works two jobs;
after all those years of
practice
(so many hours!),
i was so hoping
to get one of the
leads,
but the director
chose someone else . . .
. . . so i'll take my
place
in the back row
of the
chorus,
helping those on either
side
when they stumble;
i thought this
would be the
year
when i would be
chosen
to be one of the leaders
in the church, but when
the ballots were counted
one of the pastor's
'pets'
had won . . .
. . . so i'll keep on
handing out the bulletins
and cleaning up the
sanctuary,
teaching the youth class
for the 23rd year,
showing up for all the
work days;
i may have lost
the toss of the
dice,
but i haven't lost my
faith.
(c) 2012 Thom M. Shuman
Thursday, May 17, 2012
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