Worn out? Want some rest? Check this out….

The current runs consistently

That's all it knows to do and be

But on the land I can be still

Release my cares and start to heal

How a broken fan reminds us to keep going….

We morph to suit the time of day

And grasp for things that shift and sway

Then lose our essence and our song

And wonder how it went so wrong

A story of how God met me in my judgment of others. Yikes.

And now is a good time to think of the sacrificial love that the 405,399 men and women gave who died in WWII.

Shadow man stalks near the gate

Just beyond my soul

I know he’s dead but there he waits

To thwart my sacred role

Warmth of sun now stirs the sap

So later on the leaves will clap