Burst of blue like living flame
Searching from wintered stalk.
Forlorn whistle calls a name.
Lone bluebird becomes a flock.
Glimmer of gold drifting down
Lone leaf resisting the fall.
Breeze buffets with gentle moan
Yellow cascade joins the thrall.
Stone statue stands on the square.
Portrays truth that cannot be.
Sword drawn slashing empty air.
Undrawn his mighty army.
Yes, God abhors an island.
Beauty flourishes not alone.
Life takes two or more to stand.
Even moss gathers on stone.
Peering back on my journey,
Beauty flourished truly.
Leaves and bluebirds do I see,
In faces flush with love round me.
No battle’s won by only one.
Victory’s cup is sweet when shared.
Holy Spirit, Father, and Son
Relationships ever sacred.
“Just as a nursing mother cares for her children, so we cared for you. Because we loved you so much, we were delighted to share with you not only the gospel of God but our lives as well.” 1 Thessalonians 2:7-8:
Personal note: As you may have noticed I haven’t written since New Years (I hope you’ve noticed!) I am still climbing out of the COVID cave. I am improving but I still have limited energy. Thank you if you have prayed. I’ve also been preparing for a big event in my life.
Tomorrow I’ll preach my farewell sermon to St James Presbyterian Church in Littleton and to official church ministry. I was ordained at St James in June of 1990. By God’s grace I’ll retire there 33 years later.
People always ask retirees, “What’s next?” A new rhythm. New adventures. More hiking the Colorado Trail. Sometimes on Sunday. Trips with and to see family and grandkids and friends. Fishing. God knows what else.
I will finish my book, “Dancing in the Dragon’s Jaws: Following Fear to Faith.” And I’ll continue writing my blog and prayers and poetry. I’ll also continue counseling and coaching.
If you can’t attend tomorrow here is the link for on-line worship.