The Woman at the Well
The woman at the well did
not suspect
Her life would change dramatically
that day.
When Jesus came she’d no
time to reflect.
She was surprised at what
He had to say.
He knew how many times she’d
gone astray.
He offered her a living
water drink.
She didn’t care what
others had to think.
An Evening by the Lake
Along this pebbled path I walk
And glimpse the reeds that
guard the lake.
Continue on, I’m at the
edge.
I fling a pebble through
the air.
I watch it skip, one two,
three times.
A blue jay flies by with a
squawk.
Cast off my shoes to cool my
toes.
I see some minnows
wiggling there.
I have no need for phone
or clock.
The setting sun is colored
pink.
I watch a row boat reach the
dock.
I will return, I make a
pledge.
A fisherman stops by to
talk.
A beautiful day, we allege.
Plane Community
Plane, temporary
Small community
Sharing the same goal
From here to go there
In time that we share
To arrive all well and
whole
Despite kicks in back
Or head in the lap
Despite having to get up
To let seatmates by
Despite baby’s cry
Despite a tipped soda cup
And then we are blessed
When seatmate’s the best
And we chat all through
the flight
Emails are exchanged
Seems highly arranged
And everything works out
right
Bye temporary
Small community
We somehow have reached
our goal
Flown from there to here
Now be of good cheer
We arrived all well and whole
Fellowship
Praise Him
Gather as one
Eyes on Him, not on us
Worship, adore and be transformed
In love
Community
C ome let’s gather together!
O pen our hearts to one another.
M ay we build each other up.
M ay we accept each other as we are, in
U nderstanding, compassion and wisdom,
N ot bossing each other about, but
I nspiring one another to be our best version,
T oday and in the future. Let
Y esterdays be to learn from and treasure.
Seasoned
Mornings grow progressively colder
Leaves tinge yellow on the bushes
Trees begin to don brilliant colors
Sun, with shortened time, shines bolder
Kids fling their backpacks over shoulder
Desires pull, while
learning pushes
Earthy smell of fallen
leaves allures
Piles nearby begin to smolder
The winter dread forms
since we’re older
Old folks tend to sit on
tushes
Winter paints things a little
duller
Extra weight acts as a
scolder
Mornings grow progressively colder
Leaves tinge yellow on the bushes
Trees begin to don brilliant colors
Sun, with shortened time, shines bolder
James Webb Telescope
James Webb Telescope,
peers into the past.
Not the future.
But what does God see?
God knows the future.
Revelation, written thousands of years ago,
predicts what were once impossibilities,
now reality.
And some yet to happen.
Is time not something here but gone,
but more like a highway
one can go back and forth on?
God sees the whole highway.
It boggles the mind.
