A friend is coming, collar-free,
we’ll have repast and repartee.
Feeding souls and raising spirits
unbuttoned feast of friendships merit.
She’s on her way, to not be rector,
come to let us resurrect her
sense of self – which does get buried.
Break the sod! Arise unharried!
Ministering to others full time is hard. Wearing a dog-collar means my friend can be a little choked by the demands on her, and in need of a breather. Ministry comes in many forms, including hospitality – and through it we find ourselves again. I don’t do puddings but I consider this the Sundae best.