lenten journal: between noon and three
between noon and three
I sit quietly
I waited for words
but they chose
to be quiet
what is there
to say?
Peace,
Milton
Similar Posts
almosts
almosts it doesn’t have to be a sudden death shoot out for the little things to matter horse shoe nails go missing long before kingdoms start falling we miss most of the might have beens and play on unaware of all the almosts that roll by disguised as incidentals to see them all might be…
lenten journal: bearings
bearings as soon as the fires went out we started looking for hope among the ruins sharing the same picture over and over of the cross beaming in the rubble I read that the towers were still standing that the organ had not been destroyed heard promise after promise of rebuilding even as the smoke…
failer
failer it’s been thirty years since we first watched Phil Connors keep waking up in Punxsutawney trying to figure out how not to live the same day again and again and again he failed failed failed . . . someone calculated that it took about thirty-four years of February seconds for Phil to get to…
light blankets
light blankets I was the last one out of the building tonight after our service of silence and singing the songs were handed down chants the silence was marked by a blanket of candles on the communion table I blew them out turned off the lights and stepped out to find the parking lot basking…
lenten journal: foolishness
On evening this week, I rewatched Serendipity, one of our favorite movies. At one point, Jeremy Piven’s character encourages John Cusack’s character to be a jackass—to be willing to be foolish for love. Today’s sermon centered around 1 Corinthians 1:18-25, a pasasage in which Paul admonishes the struggling church in a similar fashion: to embrace…
Peace be with you, Milton.Thank you for your ministry.❤
Thanks for taking me along on your Lenten journey
Phyllis
these words! Less is definitely more. Peace to you this day
Love and Peace, Milton.