Some musings from Central COC in Monticello, FL |
Caught in the black As one marches forward, we others stay back As he reaches fullness, we suffer in lack Caught in the black The light of the presence, in fullness he sees Variations of grey are our symphony Wandering seas Someday we will stand on eternity’s shore Then we will know what is hidden no more Life evermore Written on the occasion of the death of one of the members at Central 8/7/07 wjt Visitors A face in the crowd Unknown to the faithful Seeking sure steps in mysterious terrain Will those who don’t know us With God’s love bestow us A place to relax and remain? Written on the occasion of a new couple’s first visit to Central 8/13/07 Moving to Texas Up, out of Alva, flew life’s greatest treasure Joy beyond measure With finest silk chords still to Goldbugs connected See her rise; resurrected The motherland offered the now vacant room Return to the womb The boundless beauty of God’s great creation Texas – enjoy the sensation For Beth on the occasion of her move to the motherland 8/13/07 Elder’s Tears Life has a way of honoring A way of humbling too One day we’re full of pomp and pride The next undone and blue But some folks have a special way Of raising pain to cheer For when I needed heart-felt praise Robert Edward shed a tear I cannot brag about the pain My leaving caused this man And certainly to cause distress Was never in the plan But on those days when hope seems lost And fear replaces pride I still can count my greatest praise For Robert Edward Cried. For Bobby S., who loves me and doesn’t care who knows it 8/14/07 Unplayable Lie Little snowman, driver in hand Searching for the errant drive Wind is blowing, nothing showing Above the fairway’s white Little snowman, bag on your back Plenty of clubs to play Footsteps glowing, still its snowing This is your triumph day Little snowman, the time is gone And spring is looming near Hopes are melting, rain is pelting We’ll play again, next year Just for fun – for the little snowman golfer on my desk 8/15/07 Forwarded E-mail I remember fondly The days of “snail mail” Before great impatience Made the personal pale When spam was a lunch meat And forward meant go When letters handwritten Were heartfelt and slow When postmen delivered The family news And vast piles of clutter Were utterly few But time is of essence I must keep my friends I calmly surrender And forward again. For Larry W., who sends better forwards than most 8/16/07 In Gethsemane’s Garden In Gethsemane’s quiet garden The olive press was still As my dear Lord and savior Lay wrestling with his will The eternal will of the Father Called Him to follow through Sacrifice Messiah’s own body God’s heavn’ly love to prove A work in progress 8/20/07 Women Preachers The question is not whether women can preach Since we are all certain they can The question is whether a woman should preach And that in the presence of man For me, being married these twenty three years Has taught me a lesson quite plain The question of whether a woman will preach Was answered the very first day (With apologies to Becky) Written on the occasion of Helen L. offering me the use of a lesson series on Daniel; by a woman preacher / teacher. 8-20-07 A Crisis of Uncounted Sheep To get up early and walk with Tom Might sound good on the surface To wake and rise to Becky’s alarm Starts the day with a purpose But slumber is important to me As those who know might repeat It is seldom before eight-thirty My eyes peep over the sheets For Tom and Helen – who want me to be healthy very early in the morning! 8-21-07 My Crisis I suppose it’s always been this way Wondering what (or if) to say Blowing smoke along the tracks Like some old fashioned train Children in control Vexes my soul Angry tone Alone Scared Wondering if I’m at all cut out for even helping in the classroom 8-22-07 Forever Remain in His Love May you always go forth in the joy of God’s grace May your life reflect His glorified face May you never stop feeling the presence of hope But forever remain in His Love May the peace of His presence show clearly in me May faith shine brightly that others might see May we never give in to the enemy’s hate But forever remain in His Love 8/27/07 Death to the Ego I guess my fears were founded Solid as a rock My ego has been pounded Nickels in a sock My foe was not a strong man Not a man at all A little girl in cornrows Caused my egos fall Written on the occasion of being invited not to volunteer in Becky’s class - Vindication – of a sort My little girl in cornrows (Who fights all by herself) While I was home on Hampton Assaulted someone else My presence did not matter For evil or for good It did not mean she wouldn’t Nor did it mean she would Perhaps teachers can insert Some light in that small space Save the kindergarten kids And save the human raceJ 8/29/07 |