THIRSTY


i thirst...

as the samaritan woman at jacob's well,
yet unaware of Living Water heretofore unseen.


thirsting...

An unintentional poet seeking the sigh... the ahhhhhhhhh
... serenity
... security
... significance


daughter, thirsting for Daddy Love.
wife, thirsting for Love greater than one's own self-interest.
momma, thirsting by a pool where reflections of myself ripple all around me.


thirsty...


nurse, thirsting for a deep draught of meaningful work.
teacher-student, thirsting for knowledge that will not leave me thirstier still.
friend, thirsting for the quenching satiation of good and honorable koinoinia.


so thirsty...

artist, thirsting in shadowy watercolors, for the just right shade, tone, hue.
musician, thirsting for soul-songs that flow like water from a drinking gourd.
dancer, thirsting for Delight sung over me.


still i thirst...


Come Living Water, spring up in me and pour forth,
Eternal Fountain of soul satisfaction... assuring me


I'll never thirst again.

Out of the mouths of babes...
















Kimmy's take on Auntie Susie’s new job:

“Oh, that’s so cool… having someone’s whole life in your hands is sooooooooo awesome!”.

So I’m wondering if I have a budding control freak on my hands?

Final Harvest

There is *just* a hint of fall in the air this week... funny to say that, for the humidity is still waaaaaay up there, the temperature still in the 90s... the roses still bearing blooms already somewhat wilted before they open... BUT, as Bo and I walked the neighborhood this morning accompanied by Michael whizzing by on his bike, i detected *just* a faint aroma of woodsmoke... the sky seemed *just* the tiniest shade bluer... the clouds *just* a hint wispier;

Here in central Florida, the passing of dog-days summer into fall are an event eagerly anticipated by all... after years, i am finally becoming adept at recognizing early promises of the coming autumn ... And i wonder if my anticipation for the coming Final Harvest will ever reach the same fervency as my expectant hope of the more earthly seasonal changes?

Father, You have ordained the seasons of our earth... There is to come a Final Season, the One that will herald the Return of Your Son, Y'shua. Will You transform my mind to enable me to appreciate and expectantly watch for the signs of His Holy Advent? By the Power of Your Spirit and in the Name of the One for Whom we wait... amen.

So, it would seem that after being told i "had the job", i don't... only there has been no official follow-up... there is simply... well, silence.

This is not, mind you, due to any lack of qualification... not because of any particularly negative quirk about me... not even a result of a poor performance review nor other cautionary reason... only a temporary gllitch in confirming employment with earlier employers... which has since been resolved... but without any official acknowledgement from the powers that hire...

So my dilemma is this: how does one, having been professionally "dissed" (silently), turn the other cheek without giving the impression of "hit me with your dissing stick, hit me, hit me"...

My desire is to so walk in the dust of The Rabbi that His Integrity and Humility shed the Light of Truth over this convoluted path.