Disciple of Desire

In a field of all potential possibilities.
I'm totally in control.
I have plotted my course.

X marks the spot
Just follow the dotted line
33.4162° N, 35.8570° E

But perhaps before I go,
I'll have some homemade bread for toast,
Wash it down at my spot in town with a double cappuccino.

Which reminds me of that dearest friend,
Who in my pursuits I've neglected to no end,
Far be it from me to do it again.

So much to do today,
My to-do list is starting to have it's way.
The tyranny of the now keeps me from the descending cloud

and this is how...disciples die on the vine.

-Pastor Mitch