Just musing
at the end of day,
on some simple things
for which I'm truly grateful...
Simple things like:
the first day of June
a friend's hand on my shoulder
freedom (I too easily take for granted)
even a hint of your presence at my side
the close harmony of a cappella voices
a child's eyes, open wide in wonder
sensing how God's moving in my life
a starry sky on a clear night
a bed to sleep in
a friend's face in a crowd
being alive and well and 76
remembering good dreams
my family of origin, faith and friends
feeling seen, known, understood, accepted
picking up with an old friend - right where we left off
breakfast, lunch and dinner
reading something I wish I'd written
good music, well played, beautifully sung
sunshine
every day of 50 years of ministry
people without pretense, guile or hidden agenda
hope, even and especially in hellish times
flowering trees budding and blooming
Sauvignon Blanc (New Zealand)
happy memories of loved ones and good times
sad memories connecting me with what and whom I've lost
hearty laughter
a well-written poem
Georgetown, Colorado
watching growing crops along familiar roads
cold drinks on hot days and coffee any time
writing a well turned phrase
good news of any kind
looking up and finding a full moon
the generous depths of the mercy of God
a clean shave, a hot shower
clouds
sharing with others in faith, in prayer
finally getting around to doing what needed to be done
Starbucks' egg whites with roasted peppers
critique that helps me change and grow
a loyal friend
a day with no bad news
crossing the Sagamore Bridge - east bound!
waves lapping the shore and my toes
old friends... and new friends
the peace of a sleeping baby
remembering what I'd forgotten
classic jazz
a kind word from or to a stranger
word that my friend is doing better
living in sweatpants and hoodies
naps
embraces, hugs and squeezes
telling the truth
a friend who (always) has my back
slippers
the satisfaction of a job well done
Chardonnay (oaked)
birdsong at dawn
knowing when to speak - and when not to speak
Woods Hill Table's mesclun greens salad
photos of loved ones I miss
quiet time, lots and lots of quiet time
raindrops on the roof, on the window, on my face
a word - when I need to hear one
the peace of being in prayer
the wisdom of human experience
a good cry , followed by another good cry
staying up too late, sleeping in 'til ......
a real letter in the mail
sourdough and dark rye bread
being on time
finishing the Sunday NYT crossword
sharing hope with others
seeing my work bear fruit
the quiet consolation of a friend who understands
sounds and scents that unlock memories
arriving on time
solitude
serving others' needs
seeking and finding the truth
a good night's sleep
picking up my dry cleaning
watching a dad watch his son with love
long weekends
silence: longed for, found and healing
doing the next right thing
the amazing grace of Jesus
laundry done, folded, put away
the patience others have with me
leaving behind some foolishness
the sound of the song of people at prayer
trusting that all shall be well - and finding how true that is
exchanging smiles with a stranger
making peace with my neighbor, with God, with myself
praying morning and night with those who visit my virtual chapel
living in the moment, a day at a time
discovering, remembering, believing
that I am truly loved...
Just musing,
at the end of day,
on some simple things
(and some things not so simple!)
for which I'm truly grateful...
Thank you, Lord, for all these gifts
and for gifts that I've forgotten,
gifts I've yet to open,
gifts I've yet to find
and gifts you've yet to give...
Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake
and watch over me while I sleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace...
Amen.
Simple Gifts by Yo Yo Ma and Alison Krauss
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'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we will not be ashamed,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come round right.
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we will not be ashamed,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come round right.
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