last night's thunderstorm resounded in worship
and this morning's muddy gravel crunch leads me to
a moment of truth
as the glimmer of the lake ripples
rain mittles from the pearly stoned sky
i stand in prayer
flashes of amber & ruby fire
a lone duck glides along the lake
i am alone too
as the fall breeze whispers and shushes
in waves
i tune in to the bob of the pier
a gust upon my back
the swell in the trees
my heart swells too
with praise
Sometimes meeting family for the first time is like a blind date, full of excited and anxious energy. The idea of meeting them for the first time, thinking 'will we get along, will we like each other?'
And when it works out, it's a familial bond and memories in the making. Am grateful to have met another family member from Saudi, who spent a couple of nights visiting with us.
that first hello
cautious so as not to offend
we barrel through the family ties that bond
learning about each other's pasts, each other's lives
when it's time to leave
we are thankful for our shared time together
a rare meeting forever in our hearts
no matter where we breathe around the globe
the draw of family
pulls us towards home
