A Place of Prayer

Simply being here is a form of living prayer,
With the beauty and wonders of Creation everywhere:
In the breeze that blows through the tall trees,
To fish jumping is our pond whenever they please.

To the hammock that beckons people with their books,
And the gurgle of clear, cold water running in our brooks.
To the wild blueberries on our own property's hills,
And the horse stalls that may one day be less still.

Sharing our bounty seems to be that for which we were born,
And even though our methods often bring us scorn,
We continue to be open to the voices of others
Who seem to want us as their sister and brother.

I believe that the voice of Divinity that defines our place
Comes from the throats and lips of the human race.
We have been blessed with much time here on earth
In which we have been asked to put others first.

Though I've lived in fear that our resources would run out,
I know that sharing is what community is about.
We have many people who I know will share with us, too,
But asking for help can be the hardest thing that we do.

We feel called to continue in this small community,
But from our roots in New Orleans we cannot break free.
We are one more step toward what seems our new mission;
Living two lives in two states is a big decision.

Our property managers, Marshajene and Bill, were coming;
Our place must present well against other rentals in the running.
We know that Bill is a simple meat and potatoes man,
So it wasn't too difficult to come up with supper plans.

We went down to Sav-a-Lot and bought some nice steaks,
Mushrooms and onions, potatoes to be mashed, not baked.
Some Mayfield vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup,
Combined with peanut butter cookies made a fine dessert.

After all day of cleaning to prepare our house for inspection
We were glad for the easily prepared menu selection.
It will be nice to envision our home, when we are away,
Being enjoyed by those who seek a quiet place to pray.

Found Food

Once again we're cooking up a storm in Coker Creek;
How could we resist, when the weather was so bleak?
We are attempting to spend down food in our freezer,
And provide meals to Mountain Mama that are sure to please her.
We've already delivered Italian sausage and vegetable compote;
This was made for a Ruritan supper when we arrived from places remote.

We found frozen squash that we had grown in Mountain Mama's garden,
Used her daughter-in-law's recipe and to create casseroles for friends.
Today, I baked peanut butter cookies from Helen's recipe,
While Richard requested help on projects from me.
I served my man, for lunch, some hot chicken soup,
While he took a break from work in order to regroup.

The chicken soup was from foods found in the freezer;
Fresh vegetables were added, but frozen bounty made it easier.
The sun has come out after dustings of new white snow,
So Richard can deliver, to our friends, meals to go.
The Monroe County Buzz offered me a columnist's spot
To write about events that in Coker Creek that are hot.

Nancy has a greed to be a local correspondent
But I'll be happy to write about whatever news I'm sent.
Jack's new book is something the locals will celebrate;
After reading his first book they didn't want to wait.
We are happy to be where we can do some community good,
Even if our service is limited to words and food.

To Disagree Without Disrespect

I had a spirited exchange with W regarding dogma and divinity;
It seems she has different biblical interpretations than me.
She said that many people find her a bit abrasive
I told her I like to talk with people who aren't evasive.
We spoke of the way things are said in the mountains
And laughed at how differently city folk pronounce things.
We agreed that different bibles have different translations,
But she rejected the idea that this opened it to interpretation.
She almost blew a gasket when I made the suggestion
That holy scripture is suffering from the bible editors' rejections.

We agreed that The Holy Spirit has forever been,
But she believes until Jesus died wasn't available to men.
While I believe that divine revelation is still being scribed,
She believes only the bible is forever alive.
We did agree that it is more important to witness by ministry
Than to speak beautiful words, but from responsibility be free.
What was so sweet and really touched my heart and soul
Was she asked me to forgive her if she hurt me with beliefs she holds.
What's to forgive? Neither of our beliefs were disrespected,
I felt a great deal of camaraderie, certainly not rejected.

Heartache and the Aged

I have a very dear ninety-two-year-old friend for whom my heart aches;
She has always defined herself by her work and by what she makes.
She married as a fourteen-year-old, to one of her daddy's farmhands;
She knew he'd be a good partner after watching him work the land.
She's widowed and has buried the son who was her best friend and neighbor.
Her oldest daughter has Alzheimer's; from the nursing home her mama saved her.
But now my old and dear mountain mama has no respite from her memories.
She can't travel or make a garden, and her daughter she can't often please.
Her health is good, as is her mind; she's not sure that's a blessing
She's grateful for her life, but feels she should be eternally resting.
How is it that our families live in such loneliness and isolation,
When we are told that we have too many people living in creation?
Is it because we're afraid to honestly face each other's pain,
Knowing there is nothing we can do to make their lives whole again?

Responsibilities and Resources

Once one harvests one's own garden, what is there left in life?
The end of even a life well-lived seems to be full of strife.
Is there anything that is to be one's highest priority
Once, from the tending of one's responsibilities, one is set free.
What's a parent to do once the resources one had have all been sown,
And not only one's children, but also one's grandchildren, are grown?
If many seeds we have spread on the earth have withered and died,
Should we hang our heads in shame or be satisfied that we tried?

And are we to speak about the beauty of the seeds that have bloomed;
Is it prideful to celebrate the success of that for which we were groomed?
How do we know for certain what we are called to continue to do?
For not only prophets, but servants and parents, the honors at home are few.
Are we to silently sit and wait until we receive a new command,
Or are we to begin to create and follow our own new life's plan?
Even for volunteering, there's a resource price to be paid,
And the thought of outliving our resources can cause us to feel afraid.

Setting Souls Free

What hubris it is to insist that someone stay around
In case there is still time for us to share some common ground.
We must stop insisting that others stay available on earth
In case we have the time and inclination to share their turf.
Those with whom our souls didn't share much common space
May finally live with us in community in an eternal place.
Let them go if you love them; let them seek their places of peace;
With our insistence that they stay on earth, their anxieties increase.
If they feel that they have fulfilled their missions and balanced their energies,
We must allow their minds, their bodies, and their souls to be eternally set free.

Disappearance as Death

The worst thing in life is feeling that you've disappeared;
This is how children feel when they are seldom cheered.
This is also how parents feel when left alone at home,
And there are no other adults available, not even by phone.
This is how breadwinners feel when, after a day spent at work,
There is nobody with whom to clear away the outside world's dirt.
This afflicts the old and infirm when we never ask them to assist us,
Or to join us in celebrating the events over which we make a fuss.
Some simply give up defining what they want and what they need;
Others will join packs to fill the voids that make their hearts bleed.
If only we were wise enough to set the proper priorities,
Perhaps we could save the world by cherishing those in our own families.