A callous disruption, shatters my peace.

It is the inexcusable equivalent of

A ‘person’

Standing before my desk

– Obtrusive – intrusive –

Shouting, “Speak to me now, speak to me now!”

 

Push the green button,

Place speaker to my ear,

“Hello?”

 

“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 shout,

I belittle,

I plead,

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

Kinder,

More gracious,

More like Jesus.

Perhaps I will acknowledge Jesus in them

And temper my response fittingly.

 

Ah, the phone again.

‘Private Number’

Let’s see…