I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Monday, July 25, 2016
Choices
“Every human interaction offers you the chance to make
things better or to make things worse.”
― Barbara Brown Taylor, An Altar in the World: A Geography
of Faith
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it is Genesis every morning
as out of the darkness come light
and the earth stirs
shrugging off its stupor
the birds of the air
soar and float
effortlessly on the wind
the fish in the winding waters
that flow
through a sea of grass
lurk in deep cool pools
the deer bound through the grass
to the cover of the trees
where the denizens of the forest
linger in the shade
and I too rise
into this paradise
and wander through the garden
where voices whisper and
choices await
Adam’s dilemma
power or servanthood
grasping or giving
judgment or compassion
hating or loving
and with each choice
in ways sometime large
sometimes small
a chance
to walk in the garden again
in the cool of the day
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