I sit here in the confines of my office

outside its gray and rainy

reflecting how I feel at this time.

There are those moments

when the vocation gets tough

wading through thick molasses 

of doubt, a crisis of self.

I miss those days of community

of gathering in prayer

all singing hymns together

before we faced the day.

Not so much now,

I sit here alone, isolated,

a prayer life drained

seeking to find that spark.

The introvert retreats inward

seeking refuge in imagination

looking for Willy Wonka

and that elusive Golden Ticket.


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