A hymnal in my left hand, a Bible in my right
Tossing a communion cup on a one-foot hop.
Cascading with a committee on Sunday night
Spinning a budget, now what will I drop?
A juice-stained Bible by my foot on the floor
Heart cut on the cup, fingers shut in the door
I thought diabolo was a juggler’s trick
But I ended up falling on the devil’s stick.
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Posted on February 9, 2014, in Christian Living, Poetry and tagged busy, busyness, church, committee, committees, failure, faith, juggling, meetings, ministry, pastor, poem, poetry, religion, stress. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.