Where the day will take us
Harder each year, becomes the routine -
folding and unfolding myself,
reach, stretch, bend and arch.
Harder still to flex that not-the-body
pertaining to me - to keep it vital -
generous and receptive.
Jesus said, become as a little child -
when I went about
where the day would take me,
shedding a life in time
of hierarchical impositions;
exploring the outposts and wild purlieus -
nameless and unruly; heroic and detached.
It's not that unmarked tablet
(lost on the way to school)
we must recover but, our flexibility,
our susceptibility, slipping out
of our tendencies, our utterly crushing contexts,
young and vigorous, lithesome and nimble,
adventuresome deep in our bones
as we go about exploring the vast,
Godly paths of where the day will take us.
O child of God, are your own arrangements
superior to your Father's intentions?