Ten years ago, on the seventh fairway,
In a game between two old friends,
One said, “I have always felt like an
Outsider.” “And you have always loved
It,” the other one said. And so the one
Has and over time has come to know that
It isn’t outside there; it’s just on the inside
edge from the outside. Someone else
wrote that that’s the place of the prophets.
The one smiled and thought, that’s nice;
I can live there.
*idea from a meditation by Father Richard Rohr