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Coming Home (V)

I had been called away
By life.
(It has a way of doing that.)
It was only a few Sundays
But still
It felt so much longer.
Almost like a visitor
I walk in
Wondering if anyone will speak to me
While I look for a seat.

Oh yes!
Warm greetings
And life-giving hugs
Easy laughter with good friends.
Family. Community.
The music starts
Voices raised and hearts lifted,
We sing through joyful tears.
So grateful!
Time to sit,
Settle in for the sermon.
We are reminded of our royalty,
Our future, our hope,
Our place in the kingdom,
And we are encouraged.

Long good-byes
And lunch invitations
I linger as long as I can
While my soul is nourished.
I don’t want to leave.
After weeks away,
I am home.

Aroma

The combination
Of Old Spice and peppermint
Recalls smiling times.

Creekside

In the middle of a crowd
You can get alone
Just to listen.
Just to be.
You’re taken away to a quiet place.

Barefoot
You step on stones made smooth
By years of cold water
That trickles down from up the mountain.
Sure, deliberate steps
And a spirit that is still.
Skipping rocks,
Collecting pebbles,
Thrilling at the feel of water
As it tickles around your ankles.
Little things you see
Fool’s gold,
A small snake,
All manner of interesting insect –
Things that go unnoticed
By we who admire the water
As we pass by and say,
“Wouldn’t it be nice to stop and stay
Sometime.”

You’re alone.
And God can talk to you
Because you have chosen
Just to listen.
Just to be.

Sunrise

The coldness of the night
Robbed you of sleep.
Memories, regrets,
Worries, fear,
Fretfulness.
Solving the world’s problems
From under the covers.
Minutes tick away
And you are no closer
To peace
Than you were at bedtime.

As you drift
In and out of sleep
A light
Soft, at first,
Touches your cheek.
Just the first glimmer
Of daylight
Begins to warm your cheek,
Your heart,
With Father’s love.
Gently
He spreads His light
Across your face
And strokes your hair.
He spreads His love
Across your heart
And erases the hurt.

With the light
Comes peace.
This morning His mercies are new.
But why should today
Be any different?

Sunrise

For Now

Today
I went to the movies
A matinee
Some silly comedy
Nothing romantic
Because I had hoped to laugh.

Yesterday
I drank cappuccino
While watching people pass by
Our favorite seat near the window
Decaf, wet foam
Just how you like it.

Last week
I drove by the gardens
Where we strolled so often
Planning tomorrow
While savoring today.
I did not stop
(I’m not ready)
But drove slowly past
The scent of roses
Teasing me down the street.

One day
I will be able
To drive through this town
Walk through a garden
Browse a bookstore
Sit by the pond
Make a pot roast
And smile.
I may even take in a movie.
But for now
I’d be content
To go an entire day
Without aching for your presence.

Rain Drops

The
drops
of rain
cascading
down upon the
earth, making all
things shine like a
cluster of sparkling new
diamonds, and filling each
lake and stream and river,
and giving moist life to trees
and flowers and crops, are
so gladly welcomed by
inhabitants of
earth.

Inner Circle

As the crowd settles

Around the room

On chairs and steps,

In quiet corners

And on snatches of rugs

Chattering greetings to each other,

They barely notice

The group in the middle.

You settle into the inner circle

To tune yourselves one last time.

A quiet drum thump

Brings you to casual attention.

So in tune with each other

In tune with the Spirit

A quiet nod is all you need

To begin your worship

Through improvised perfection.

 

But I notice.

I feel like a tagalong.

I watch in admiration mingled with envy

You music-makers.

Following your hearts

You follow each other

From one song to the next

Leading us all in worship.

 

The Spirit reminds me

Through your music

That I am welcome here.

(We all are!)

There are no tagalongs

In the inner circle.

So I give what I have

To worship

And make my joyful noise.

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