The Sandwich

The Sandwich

dedicated to all those “sandwiched” between their many responsibilities

Deborah Beach Giordano
© June 15, 2011

Here I am, Lord,
sandwiched
between
responsibilities
and obligations
from directions
I did not expect
for things
I did not
anticipate
in ways
I did not plan for.

I’m worried
and worn out,
fearful
of failing,
and ground down
by guilt
and a sure
and certain sense
of inadequacy –

like a slice of baloney
served
on a silver platter…

or Velveeta –
a product
of unknown, untested
ingredients –
neither a soft brie
nor a hearty cheddar
or a strong Gorgonzola
but a mixed-up
miscellany
of bits of this
and chunks of that

stirred together,
pressure-packaged
into a vaguely
cheese-shaped form
and outfitted
in a cheerful container
that promises
nourishment

of a sort

but the only
guarantee
we
have
is that
it melts
easily.

Lord God,
please
strengthen
and sustain me;
don’t let me
turn into
a puddle.

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About inklingscommunity

I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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