Master of Divinity
Months back I took all my diplomas
off my office wall and replaced them
with paintings and icons that I swapped out
from time to time to see how
a change in the sunlight would catch an eye.
I could not help but laugh out loud
when I lifted one particular diploma that read
Master of Divinity in black ink,
so nicely framed and respectable.
As if there were such a thing.
Now, on day sixty-eight, I sit at home
with my family, in my garden, with my prayers
keeping presence with my community
as best as I can in these days of anxiety
while imagination and hope still dance,
inviting us to soften our grasp and consent
to the breath on which our lives take sail
while well-framed diplomas rest in the closet.