Meeting someone for the first time-
Shake their hand, they look in my eyes.
Eyebrows wrinkle and their nose crinkles-
Have we met before?
Well…
Maybe not specifically me,
But you have met Jesus,
And I am his homie.
Sometimes I look like him,
Sometimes maybe not so much.
But he sent me.
I am sure of this.
Everything
Happens
For a
Purpose.
It’s all just noise-
Attempts to fill the void.
Futile- inevitable,
What comes will come.
Outside static represses the internal lifeline.
Flaxen leaves flutter,
Shimmer, dance in autumn winds-
Mountains’ golden crown.
Unknown situation
Increases anxiety.
What is inside?
Who is inside?
Mumbles,
Shouts,
Unknown sounds,
And silence from within
Add to the mystery.
Deep breath.
Knock softly.
Open the way
To the uncertain-
Step into the moment.
A patchwork quilt laid across a bed.
Crocheted doilies and tablecloths folded in a cedar chest.
Handmade garland draped on a Christmas tree.
Reminders of soft wrinkled hands
That will be absent this year.
Memories left for present and future
Generations to see,
Hold,
Feel,
Know
The love
The thread preserves.
Autumn raindrops fall
Gently from sky to orchard
Flowers, fruit glisten
Helpless.
Anxiously sitting by the phone.
Hoping for news.
Anything-
Good or bad,
Hope or despair.
Pacing,
Praying.
Crying,
Fighting.
Handcuffed by inaction,
Bound by distance.
All there is to do
Is
Wait.
