Reroutings

somewhere over Des Moines

ON the trip home from Nebraska,
the same storms that force a rerouting
also yield views I wouldn’t have wanted to miss.

That’s how it is with reroutings.

* * *

SUNDAY I was late coming home.
Monday first thing workmen came
to tear out the old screen room
and make way for something new.

No time to process
a notepad full of jottings,
a head full of stories.

There are people in and out.
There’s sawing and hammering.
The dog keeps an eye on everything,
apprising me of all arrivals at high pitch.

But today a carpenter
told about buying his first car,
how it was the ’70s and he had long hair
and the salesman didn’t think he could afford it.
He went to the bank and withdrew the full amount from his savings,
asking for it in pennies.
The bank couldn’t oblige,
so he settled for taking it all in $1 bills.
which he took back to the dealer –
not in neat packets,
but loose in a brown paper grocery bag –
and dumped on the salesperson’s desk.

I love a good story better than just about anything
and am glad for the all the sawdust and hammering
and trucks in and out the driveway
that have brought me one.

* * *

THIS is the prayer that came to me at retreat’s end,
that I would see clearly the rerouting,
that I would step in that direction,
that I’d follow through on it, all the way,
not take a stab then leave it half-done.
* * *

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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4 Responses to Reroutings

  1. sarahfarish says:

    Wow. Just wow. That I would see clearly the rerouting, that I would step in that direction (I am pretty good at these too, I think. I can usually see it clearly, and I want what He wants so stepping in his direction is hard, but I can do it.) That I’d follow through on it, all the way, not take a stab then leave it half-done. Yes, this is where the rubber meets the road, huh? I have stabbed at more things than I can count more times than I can remember. But follow through? Yikes. Not so much. Thank you for his prayer, friend. I am jotting it in my journal, so I can remember to pray it over me and you.

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  2. annkroeker says:

    Today a poet told me a story she heard from a carpenter about buying his first car.

    I’m glad I was routed here. I, too, love a good story better than just about anything.

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  3. eggthoughts says:

    I love a good story, too! That’s amazing. I can’t imagine if they had given him that many pennies!! Enjoying your blog, Marilyn! I’m thankful you came to Nebraska and that I got to hear some of your story leading up to the retreat! -Frances

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