Off to dinner tonight,
This is starting off like a journal entry

I often wonder if I'm meant for someone else
Here
In this world
Or is it bigger than that?

Dinner tonight
Not romantic
Far from it
Discernment
Priesthood
And please don't mention *** scandal

Solo until the day I die
That's what I'm looking at
But my scope is so...
Narrow
So...
Earthly

Instead of a father of offspring
A father of peoples
A father of the church
A person who can set people towards a righteous path

But let's be honest,
I'm far from righteous.
I talk a good talk
But my walk is a sad limp

I pray before I eat,
But "forget" in the hustle
and bustle of work and life

If Christ is supposed to be my center
I'm way off target
Another god seems to follow me
Another trip to Target

I'm consistently surrounded by choice
In the day to day
But instead of choosing right
I go with "**** what the haters say"
I could have bleeped that out, you know
Nullified it,
But I'd rather be raw
And let you see that side of it

This is serious business,
and no less a journal entry
I tried to change it into poetry
but I'm way off target