Sure I hear you,

Yes, you mentioned it already,

No, I am not looking at my computer while you are talking,

<<Don’t you have something interesting to say?>>

 

Wow, is it that time,

I think we are done here.

Very interesting.

 

Next.

 

 

Like a new moon rising,

The Gospel comes to us like Spring,

Always fresh, ever new.

 

We can break out of the Gulag,

Keeping us chained to our material world,

Just by letting go.

 

And reading,

Smelling,

Swallowing,

The Word.

 

The mystery of the Trinity continues,

We know and feel the pain of rejection of your own people,

Physical pain has a limit,

Mental anguish less so,

Jesus endured both just for others.

 

So we might see the main ingredient of suffering and compassion.

Love.

 

Drifting aimlessly in a sea of distractions,

I yearn for some Peace today,

Taking a run,

Sitting with a book,

Watching the ocean.

 

Facebook … twitters to me on the beach,

Bringing me back to some meaningless turmoil,

Gossip I could not afford to miss,

Or comment on.

Power off.

 

As silence and darkness beckons blissfully,

Towards an empty mind.