GOOD THINGS, GOD’S THING
It started at breakfast with coffee
followed by lunch at the club
then an evening martini.
Interspersed were
texting, tweeting and Skype.
With a little help I got through the day.
And God saw that her creation was good.
My friends at the abbey
take a monks’ sort of pride,
like John with his locusts and honey,
at how little they need
to live life
inside.
The warrior’s horse cannot save.
Ps. 33 (32)
Creation was good . . .
for all, . . . , for all time.
Do I trust my sense of what would be good
for just me, . . . , right now?
Unless the Lord builds the house, we labor in
vain.
Ps. 127 (126)
Parts of my life distract me;
others draw me closer to God
and to others.
The God-in-me may be needed to deal, . . . ,
She has not been called out for awhile.
Can I convince her I am serious about seeking
Her “there”
and the least obstructed distance
from here?
DRK, 2/9/13
6/6/15
