Poetic Ending

Thought I'd put a great poem up today from Ted Loder's book Guerrillas of Grace. I highly recommend it and I thank Ruth Barton for opening my eyes to this great poet.

Lord so many things skitter through my mind, and I give chase to gather them and hold them up in a bunch to you, but they go this way and that while I go that way and this... So gather me up instead and bless what eludes my grasp but not yours; trees and bees, fireflies and butterlfies, roses and barbeques, and people... Lord the people...bless the people:

birthday people, giving birth people, being born people;

conformed people, dying people, dead people;

hostaged people, banged up people, held down people;

leader people, lonely people, limping people;

hungry people, surfeited people, indifferent people;

first world people, second world people, third world people;

one world people, your people, all people.

Bless them, Lord. Bless what eludes my grasp, but not yours.