Packing like it’s the Passover

Oi vey! I should have seen it coming- God likes to wait till the last minute and do something dramatic. Like a phone call from someone you have never met, calling you to tell you that you have a job…for a season. Most people would feel like doing a little dance about now; I feel like someone stole the Manischewitz and replaced it with a southern ham…and I just decided to go kosher. Completely. 

What to do? What can you do? Do what you must, and smile. No tears. Tomorrow will come soon enough…sufficient is the day’s trouble for today. So, why bother worrying about tomorrow- when you wake, it is today. Again. Imagine that, a repeat. Only not the same. Every day is like a snowflake, each one different. I’ll watch and pray, and when today comes again, God will take care of today. It’s His job…as long as I let Him do His job.

So- I am packing like it is Passover and we’re headed for the sea, the desert, and hopefully, the Promised Land. I may have to wander in the desert a while. But it is time to leave. Get out! But wait until the Passover is finished.

I am eating in haste. I feel a sense of bittersweet, can taste the strong herbs. The experience has left me wondering- why. Why me? Why this way? But it isn’t a thing to be concerned about for now. Some day, looking down from the heights, it will make sense. At this point, I am hurrying, because the call to move has been made. And I already finished my lamb- quite literally…

I burned the past today…not knowing I would need to so soon. Each flame swallowed yesterday, and lit a fire within for tomorrow.


PS Does anyone else see the strange shapes within this fire? 

About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from,,, and are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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1 Response to Packing like it’s the Passover

  1. gimpet says:

    Where are you off to? Are you going to post about this job?

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