“On Leaning In” (Prov.27:10)
There’s six of us – souvlaki nice;
Moussaka treat – which did suffice
To celebrate his moving on
From preps, to work where he belongs –At time of stepping o’er the plank
Which marks the threshold – time of thanks
For grace that’s poured out into life,
Amidst this cauldron, where the ice –And snow blow cold six months a year,
With sunny days, and son-dogs near –
Our context for what e’er befalls
In life, from spring until our fall.For life has patterns, rhythms, roles,
At every level, ’round life’s goals;
They form a context for our fight –
Our place of darkness needing light.We get more light than we can use –
“Abundant life” from which we choose
What we are able to – at best,
A tiny plate-full; needs addressed.We chatted there, ’midst noon-time crowd;
To hear, each leaned in, lest the loud
And happy graduation mix
Drown out our conversation-pix.For what was shared was slice of life
For each of us – unease was rife
At first, “Would my part be okay?
For me, the best I have today.”But then we chatted – laughed and mourned;
Compared our journeys – memories swarmed
Around from where each had dispersed,
As life rolled onward unrehearsed.But part for me, which I saw first
As “Leaning in” to hear my words –
And then I had to lean as well
To hear as each would stories tell –Of Glasgow, Brandon’s early days,
Of rural-urban lives displayed
No longer, set in memory’s fields –
Of summer lakes where fragrance yields –Relationships as strong today
As when first felt, now passed away;
Lord, such is life, one slice this day;
Thanks for Your fellowshipping ways.Thanks Lord for this.
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