If, when, maybe
I become a minister
I will pray for you,
As I always do
I will pray for love and peace,
And possibility of
What is good
That perhaps we yet have not even known to be,
I will be the poetess
The priestess to the unknowable infinite
Will grant space for sorrow
To comfort and heal,
Will learn patience as I have never known,
Will be broken so that I might grow infinitely toward whole
I will cultivate bravery
For self to be for the other,
Will challenge ignorance,
Starting with my own,
If I become,
What I am dreaming,
To be
It starts with realizing
In this moment
I am already studying
My introspection is part of the path
Perhaps I have always been
–This student of people;
This student of life;
This student of philosophy,
Always searching for the meta reasons
Now acknowledging reverence and awe in cosmology,
In universal psychology,
Wondering why at an unanswerable level,
But through humbled acquiesce to the universe
In all it’s mystery
If and when I am granted a title,
I will surely not need it anymore,
I will find most satisfaction
In being the eternal learner to the everything,
–That I seek most
Self realization
That I am already
a student preacher
She of Letters 