Lectionary Ravings in Verse: John 8:14


Whence I come, no one knoweth…
Whither I go, ye shall not go.

The door leans open
for all to follow
many reject Him
their options yawn
while their plots run fallow

We are the blobs on the beach
overstaying the summer heat
surviving the onslaught of trampling feet
until the first of the dread winds blow –
while the people of God
made homes of snow.

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