A couple of days ago I ventured out.
'Couldn't take it any longer.
Finding myself at the house of worship, I meandered
Around back and down the hill Where this time of year there are posts all around Reminding of the various stations of the cross.
Then Something else caught my eye.
It was the playground for the kids. No one was there. So I sat for awhile staring at the equipment. No childlike laughter or chatter, no children. Only Dirt, wood, string, metal frames and plastic, The playground lay unfinished. The work interrupted by a hateful enemy, I thought.
So I began to talk to God. In the silence, I found it hard to converse. The usual noises of cars/people/business were absent. So I just stopped talking and thinking. I'm sure I had nothing new to say to Him.
After more time than I realized, a gentle breeze Blew across my face, and I closed my eyes And breathed. Out of my mouth came, "Thank you." When I opened my eyes My eyes were opened.
Green plants were flourishing. Trees and shrubs were beginning to bud again. I watched some baby bumblebees under the slide Digging in the dirt and flying back home. Small animals scurried about here and there, Life was returning after Winter's 'death.'
It was right in front of me and all around. Perhaps the present situation before me Was sent by a Friend who intented kindness. Hope. In that worship house we always parted with the words, God is good ALL THE TIME, and all the time . . . God.
Maybe it's time I remembered something really important. I know it by heart. I just forgot how to do it.
"Be still and know . . .
I WILL BE exalted . . ."
©️Copyright 2020 MyPericope.com
Comments