“Within Each Little ‘This And That’”
It’s in last poem I saw a laid out my role,
As it relates to folks I come to know –
Like Sandy Lake, I reach into their lives,
Discerning Spirit, sense their inner-drives.Ironic that, one time psychology
Was route preferred, although it seems to me
That they are off-base, out on pinwheel’s fins,
When they could take their place on center pin.But no, “Please mommy, I prefer my way
Of doing life on earth from day to day”;
Maybe; but then the “Universe” is one,
And all “departments”, parts to help things run.So, in the end, we’re all before Your throne,
O Lamb of God, each one of us You own,
And care for as Good Shepherd of the flock,
As in Your ways we choose to live and walk.So, what’s it matter what some others think?
They get to live their lives – for we’re all linked
Together in one great humanity,
Divided up in sub-communities.I cross such boundaries, many do these days,
“Discerning spirits” – seen as others play
Their roles in life – and chat as they walk by
Someday within our spans before each die.Lord, as I go this day amongst Your folk,
Help me abide in You, hold life You spoke
Into my life and context where I walk,
That others hear Your call in ways I talk.Thanks Lord for this.
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