The sun rose that morning
in May of ’64.
It was a special day for each of us,
our ordination day.

We knelt before the bishop,
said our Adsum
when our name was called,
announced that we were there.

Thus began my journey of now 56 years
from parish to classroom to street.
Today I wake at Springbank,
here among the trees.

It has been a sometimes rocky road,
an uncertain path.
Today I give thanks on this Pentecost eve
and thank god I am here.