By Ouida Tomlinson, OFS
A skunk came walking by last night,
traveling east and leaving his stinky smell behind.
Time passed. I thought about the skunk – I thought about me.
I thought about my quickly passing life.
Like the skunk, I too travel east,
but seeking God’s grace and sweet fragrance to cover my sometimes stinky self.
How can I explain to my priest why I overslept this Easter morning?
How will I explain that I could not sleep because a skunk came walking by?
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