That Christmas cactus

is bursting with blooms,

 embodying wisdom we 

need to see –  wisdom

of deserts and blooming,

of waiting and hope.

                                                                      JDG

This year March marches

to a different drummer –

two days, side by side,

with full sun, wide open skies.

If only we would join this march

with clear minds and open hearts

and follow the lead

of such a drummer.

                                                                                       JDG

In a brief conversation with the very accomplished organist at his Baptist Church, Roger learned that she was a Muslim and her mother was from Iran.  Touched by her presence in their congregation, he wrote the following poem and despite his concerns about how it might be received, he gave it to her at the end of  a Sunday service. The next Sunday she put his mind to rest when she turned from the organ, looked out over the congregation, located Roger, and gave him a warm smile.

Ordination Wondering

A woman,

a woman hustles

back and forth,

back and forth,

serving, weaving

in and out of our

worship.

She, in part,

rooted and nourished

by worlds

I know not,

many of us know

not.

The music,

our interactions,

are we connecting,

are we drawing

together?

My view?

Perhaps God

has ordained you,

perhaps we

have ordained you,

selected you,

placed hands on you,

to wear a collar,

to be a priest

with us,

in the work

God wants to

accomplish,

in this part of

the world,

at this time

in the world.

                                                                                                   Roger Bruce Giffen Pittard

,

Pine trees sway,

branches waving in the wind.

The big Spring dance begins.

                                                                                     JDG