At the butt end of a long week
– a week of incomplete projects
and unchecked to-do lists,
of work left undone
and connections missed,
of phone calls avoided
and quiet times delayed, then skipped;
A week of “not good enough”
and “too much” and
And yet, You.
You, with the parables and the stories,
the bread and the wine,
the tears and the laughter,
the life everlasting.
You. You again.
Waiting at the butt end of a long week
like I even deserve to meet You there,
like I even deserved Your companionship, unseen by me;