He sits on the floor of his grandfather’s house,

Granddad  has just passed, and he waits for the funeral tomorrow.

An electric fire beams warmth,

And his Texas workplace sends last minute tasks over the night air.

 

Pondering the work,

I watch with joy the man he has become.

The twin who survived those 36 years ago,

While his brother, watches out for him, above, but ever present in his life.

 

Meanwhile, the tiny child has grown,

Not only in stature, but in love.

Surrounded by more, he spreads the joy to others,

Always relying on the power of another.

 

Who lives within and without … eternally.

A Herd of Sheep Walking Through a Cloudy Sky

 

In preparation, a candle sits;

Unlit, on the edge of an altar,

Waiting for the rest of the community to join them,

In the late afternoon night,

As sunset draws near,

Beckoning the night,

And its divine darkness,

To swallow me fully.

 

Then, as darkness falls,

I will wait patiently,

Quietly, silently,

Until one comes with the fire which will ignite my life again.

Spreading wisdom, gifts and light.

 

For me, and others to see God’s presence in my soul.