Interlude

During a little chat with

Jesus I asked why it’s

so hard – my Pastoral life

spent praising His

name into a conversation.

Today’s world is filled

with cynics He answered.

I guess it’s all about

choice and the proper path

announced my reply. 

He said I needed inner-peace:

Jesus chose a ten acre

parcel – flat -- on the edge

of town. Soon new blue spruce  

sparkled with vigour.

Its branches hung low

sheltered by a low ridge

& snow with depth about--

all by the sweep of His hand.

Now I sit aside the spruce

silent beneath as sky

scudding with soul– 

and a resplendent cloak

this mound of earth. An hour

has passed – mice skitter

beneath the droop

of green. Snow full of animal

tracks & now my energy resumed.