POEM-ish

I’m sure there’s lots of reasons to be mad
…but I just can’t think of any right now.
I have a feeling I won’t be mad tomorrow either.
How will I manage?
Tomorrow’s a new day and even as I sleep, I trust He’s speaking…sneaking even…
moving things around so I won’t be able to find them
What if… I woke up tomorrow and my evil plan to dominate the ‘confrontation pending’
wasn’t where I left it?
would I know what to say?
maybe the exchange will be
that for every rotten line- a blessing?
am I ready to be nice already?
I must be
zzz…zzz…zzz…

WE THIRST

…And we thirst.

Isa 55:1 Ho, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters; and he who has no money, come, buy and eat. Yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.

Someone I respect very much spoke these words; “To be thirsty is good, but to drink deeply is much better.”
Being thirsty for God is rarely the trouble. Learning to recognize whose well you’re drawing from that’s another story. We draw from wells, we drink, and we thirst.

There are so many voices, so many contradictory representations of Jesus, that over the years I found myself spending more time in confusion than in communion. So whose well have I been drawing from that I could remain parched for so long?

Reading JOHN 4, Listening to Jesus at Jacobs well

THE LABYRINTH

...everything I need to know about Jesus, I knew when I was 6.
fall leaves
wind and quiet songs
secrets I would never tell
and I could tell You everything

a new wind came and I must have bumped my head
I fell asleep and woke to silence
the song was over
I thought my Jesus went away