I* eat, sleep and defecate. Hardly a profession to be proud of. By the way, I ruminate too.
“But what do you produce, child?”
Where’s the muck to spread? There’s little to show for my effort.
I chew the cud to make it digestible for you. I abridge versions for wider consumption.
I deceive myself. Obscurity remains unknown.
* The I in this is editor-in-chief of a quarterly magazine of short stories, poetry, creative nonfiction, and visual art that resonates with the complexity and truth of the Christian faith.