It is a strange thing
to realize one day
that you see yourself
as pastor.
All that awkward timidity,
the cloudy questions,
have somehow given way
to comfort, presence, place,
to call.
When did this shift occur?
When did my leaves turn?
Sometime, I suppose,
while I was praying, preaching, caring,
too caught up in the work
to feel myself change.
It is a strange thing, but good:
to know I am appointed,
to finally see
what God sees.
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