I’m still recovering from surgery and a bit tired yet, so I am sharing a poem from October 2013 today. I hope to be up writing again soon.
Laments and Joy
And in this day we still complain just as our ancestors did,
and we gossip as much as any,
and some days our community seems deserted.
Bitterly we cry and complain.
When comfort is offered, we are looking away.
We turn away.
Even in the sanctuary, we moan.
Even in the narthex, we complain.
In fellowship hall, we speak harshly these days.
In righteous community, we rebel.
He hears the pain, overlooks the groans.
Cry out when you can;
Joy in the Word.
Joy to the World.
(c) Tom Bolton, 31 October 2013, Milwaukee