Hospitality

 I really appreciate all the wonderful responses to my poetry as my time is stretched so thin, working 70 hour plus weeks. It seems harder to find time to write and finding that sharing what is on my mind and heart has been noted. I was a full time minister in my early years , until my son Sean was born and had a need to pay doctor bills , there was not a lot of help back then and Down Syndrome can have a terrible toll on a person. It also had a toll on us emotionally as he was both blind and deaf. We managed to find the right doctors with Gods help, Dr Calhoun of Wills eye hospital and Dr Lee of Hershey Hospital who performed amazing surgery and transplants, he is able to see today. He also was able to hear thanks to John Hopkins University physicians in Baltimore.
 My son had a stroke several months ago due to medications but surprisingly after the stroke he is better than before, amazing how God works. I just want to thank all the wonderful people in my life. I always thank the Lord for bringing them my way. A lot of time has passed and tribulation for me personally, one could not even imagine. As things settle, I prayed for direction and feel called back into ministry of hospitality. It is not as high profile as evangelist or pastor . I feel directed to pray one on one with the elderly and read to the sick in homes and hospitals. It may seem small for someone with years of education but my eyes are being open to this. It is something we did on week days in the ministry which filled the gaps. Showing a little hospitality may be all I can handle at this point in my life but we will see where it goes.
            One who wants to shake the world must first learn to shake a hand. -amen
 

A Prosed Response To The Seam

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A lovely poetic response that I serendipitously came across to yesterday's post. 

                                                                A Stone in Time

In the present I live,
Not a prophecy to give.
No end of world to predict,
or special powers to convict.

God put me here today,
A Stone in time to pray.
War and suffering still exist,
Virtual worlds must I resist.

Till my soul rest in peace,
In the present never cease.
Why worry about the past,
or future shadows cast.

Your time is here and now,
Time to sow and time to plow.
Woven in the seam of time,
You were placed in the rhyme.

A greater poet will ever be,
The creator of the wind and sea.

Saint Eule (I like his stuff check it out)

Pastor Kocak was kind enough to share one of my poems in his Plant Medina ministry in Ohio. He recently became an ordained minister completing years of seminary in Anglican church and serving as a chaplain. His daughter is named Anna Rose who just turned 1 years old last week, which is a spiritual blessing because my Grandmothers were names were Anna and Rose is that quite a coincidence, since they inspired me.

Diamond In The Rough

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Diamond in the Rough by Saint Eule,  "Refracting multi faceted, Opulent rays of light. Found beneath the earth, In the mud one bright. Shiny diamond in the rough, For what purpose, did it surface. At first a feeling of joy, Then a sense of possession. Perhaps love is an obsession. Was the opulence real, or just a cruel bluff, the diamond in the rough."

 This is a picture by Geoff Trotter a very special artist in photography. He took this picture at Christs Church in New Zealand. The church was destroyed all that remained was a stained glass window protruding from the wreckage. He placed one of my poems beneath the picture which paired up beautifully.