The Shirt

The Shirt

* words of comfort for a grieving preacher friend who wore a clergy shirt for the first time at his husband’s funeral.

I laid it out.

I waited for the time.

I heard you call.

I said goodbye.

I went to the shirt.

I held it tight.

I knew the time was finally right.

I put it on.

I drove to church.

I got up to speak.

I knew we’d meet.

I wore the shirt.