THE DOOR CRACKED OPEN a little for me
that Sunday three weeks ago
when one of the pastors started with
“I’ve been watching the Olympics…”
and I chuckled inwardly,
thinking how that’s about the same
level of engagement with sports as me.
We are watchers mainly, most of us.
I sat there, thinking how
both of us could stand to be bucked up
to the next category
on the watcher-learner-player continuum.
Who knows what that might take?
We both look pretty content
with involvement more cerebral than physical.
Okay, so not all of my thoughts in church are intensely spiritual. Now you know.
when I wasn’t even pushing on it,
there was a tiny creaking sound
and a little give in the door.
standing on one side,
and now here
and a sliver of light.
Is it possible
before all this
I was a watcher only
and this thing here calls for
getting up off the faith-couch,
whether legs will hold?