Friday Night

A poem

Photo by Bonnie Kittle on Unsplash

Tonight, I dream
  of my writing goals
  and how I'll reach them
  and how good that will make me feel.

Tomorrow, I'll work
  putting up shelves
  and hanging lights
  and putting together a pool for my wife
  and making our home a nicer place to live.

The next day, I'll gather
  with my brothers and sisters, my comrades
  and back in the glow of the Gospel
  and feast together at the Table.

All of these, divine callings.
All of these, gifts of grace.