Yesterday in Meeting
at Wellesley
feeling so tired
and sad.
Reciting the serenity prayer.
Saw my hands reaching up to the ceiling.
Maybe a dream?
Reaching towards the angels.
Something or maybe someone was coming down to meet them.
Something refreshing
But I didn’t get a clear look.
Because a man stood up right then and started talking about what peace means.
After he had finished, the hands were gone.
I don’t blame him.
But now.
More sad.
More glad.
Is this what people call Spiritual Work?
12-28-08
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