meanwhile, back at the ranch...
A month here already? The aerial view, brown velvet and biege cuordory fields, has shifted to green ground I like hiking with Josh, and I am breathing poplar fuzz.
Driving to work I see whole fields of dandelion fluff lit up by big Alberta skies.
At work I do the rounds, count off kids sleeping on blue vinyl mats, bare feet scarred by Edmonton concrete and cocaine. Crystal meth, too, bites open wounds in people's faces and feet.
One guy came in late last night, said he'd got lost in the gospel of Mark and read chapter after chapter, circling the inner city bus route a few times as he willed the words of Jesus to fill him on the inside. He's sick of filling himself with liquor.
His memory's a garden, everything rooting.
"You know, if good seed finds good soil," he said, "the fruit will be thirty, sixty, even a hundred times as much!"
Driving to work I see whole fields of dandelion fluff lit up by big Alberta skies.
At work I do the rounds, count off kids sleeping on blue vinyl mats, bare feet scarred by Edmonton concrete and cocaine. Crystal meth, too, bites open wounds in people's faces and feet.
One guy came in late last night, said he'd got lost in the gospel of Mark and read chapter after chapter, circling the inner city bus route a few times as he willed the words of Jesus to fill him on the inside. He's sick of filling himself with liquor.
His memory's a garden, everything rooting.
"You know, if good seed finds good soil," he said, "the fruit will be thirty, sixty, even a hundred times as much!"
posted by sparrow anne at
10:53 a.m.
4 Comments:
Wow. dee mak, ka!
God is so amazing, and his word never returns void.
He's so worthy of all our praise!
What a beautiful blog. It makes me want to really go somewhere and live my life in service.
You're so real.
i love the line "his memory is a garden."
That line about edmonton concrete and cocaine was really moving, I could see the suffering. You have a great gift, thank you.
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home