50⁰F rain NNE@12mph SR@0520 SS@2045

Morning Offering given

Village peaceful

Coffee strong

tree leaves sparkle in the streetlamp
pavement wet from rain
sunrise obscured by rain clouds
cool breeze relief from oppressive heat
streetlamps dousing themselves in morning light
old glory flutters on the breeze
parched ground sucking down water
mourning dove coos arrival of dawn
rain drip drip drips off the eves white rose blossoms turn brown
hibiscus blossom opens
rabbit nibbles
such is the nature of spring

Thoughts jumble and crowd my mind this morning. I’ve been pondering the words spoken last evening. Dueling with myself… respond… be silent… respond… be silent. Life has changed over the past few years. The definition of “I love this place.” isn’t the same. Today, it is just words spoken in order to convince. There doesn’t appear to be action in those words. If one looked, really looked, they would see empty platitudes given to those hanging on in hopes of seeing and experiencing this love of yours you speak of. Instead, one mimeographed letter addressed to the whole no phone calls, no emails, no visits, no returned anything you ghosted. Definitely, no leadership/shepherding experiences were seen by me.

Hmmm, perhaps best left right here where one knows it won’t be noticed.

Know you are prayed for.

Happy 45th Anni Pat&Terese S