Driving Energy
Some of you know this about me. Some of you don’t. Maybe it’s time to put you all on the same page.
Driving Energy
I think of the old-fashioned
coffee percolator
with the clear glass ball on top
where you saw the coffee bubble up
with enthusiasm as it perks
when I drive alone in the car
that’s what happens
to my brain
it perks
—with ideas
—with things to do
—with poems
—with chants
—with thoughts
when I was pastoring
and was stuck on a sermon
I would get in the car
and talk out loud
as I thought it through
confession:
I keep an open spiral notebook
on the passenger seat
and make notes
don’t tell
