What’s left…. in this life
Whenever it happened, I can’t put a finger on, but, not long back, I came to a conclusion.
I’ll not learn much more in this life.
It’s time to savor what I have learned, and maybe share.
A thirty something lad down the path has a gift.
He’s a mental sponge
Hands that keep pace with is mind
I never had that
Thing is, he’s a bit smug about it
That smugness is there
I so want to tell him, let him know….use the gift you’ve been given…enjoy it…..but be a bit humble about it.
Don’t conjure humility
Come to know why
I will share this over coffee with him tomorrow
What he does with it, I hope to see…in this life
a version of it will be there (gotta consider the defamation thing)...... my 'friend'............and I thought YOU said you had to get on with finishing your book.............is all that goin in it?? ha ha ha !! from a friend!!!
Gary, I don't think you have to be physically in a church to appreciate God's creations or have a conversation with him. I grew up in a small Southern town where the Church was almost in our backyard and the parsonage was next door. I realized as a young girl that there were people in the church every Sunday that did not practice what was preached after they left the doors. Me too Maggie!! Nothing wrong with church and I love the Episcopal faith. When I was a child my mother took us to different churches until she settled on the Southern Baptist folks. She was upset when I preferred the Episcopal faith and my sister the Catholic faith. She was happy with hers and I am happy with mine. Still have close friends of all faiths and feel blessed to have them. We respect each others beliefs and don't think any one of them is better than the others. When I visit my sister in La. I go with them to their Catholic church and love it. She does the same when here with me. When my mom was alive we went with her to her church and loved the fellowship she had with her group. I don't go as much now as I used to but still follow the lessons etc online as St Thomas has online services when physically I don't go. To each his own.