Oh priest! When did you let it all
Become so small, so shorn of big ambitions
And dreams of greatness?
How did it get to this: day after day, marking time
As the space between vacuuming, emptying the dishwasher
And hanging the laundry out to dry?
There are sunsets to feel, rocks to chat with
Birds to follow for so long the eyes grow tired
While the spirit soars behind them.
Don´t forget-
These too are Light, these too
Are Life.
Oh priest… don´t forget.


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