A callous disruption, shatters my peace.
It is the inexcusable equivalent of
Standing before my desk
– Obtrusive – intrusive –
Shouting, “Speak to me now, speak to me now!”
Push the green button,
Place speaker to my ear,
“Good morning sir.”
(Oh, the unapologetically smug voice,
The unjustifiably cheerful tone!)
I hate him immediately.
Absolute, pure, undiluted loathing.
There must be blood,
There must be justice,
At the very least,
I’ll throw my phone across the room.
I hang up.
A thought pierces my returning peace.
Is it this person’s purpose
– life goal, ultimate meaning –
to cause me such outrage?
Am I really incensed with them,
Or the system that pushes them into this absurd employment?
Are they not too a Child of God?
Perhaps, next time I will be
More like Jesus.
Perhaps I will acknowledge Jesus in them
And temper my response fittingly.
Ah, the phone again.