married to a minister

hugging knees to chest,
i'm one of the
skinny, plump, stocky, beautiful, plain, wacky
sardines inside this tiny smelly can,
peering up at you.
dark hair shaggy, messy, three-day stubble on your face,
you've never seemed more lovely.
hands moving, motioning, urging the kids into the throne room of God.
mouth moving, speaking, pausing, deliberating,
spirit sliding out into the ears and hearts of these
hungry humans.
body bowing, kneeling, sacrificing everything for the
sake of the call
and i sing with the angels
dance in the darkness
laugh in the silence
knowing i get to share my life
with you.