Reading Robert Frost
I could not help but notice,
He always points to God
But never uses His name.

Joe Adomavicia wrote,
“You asked me if I would write
For you, I laughed.”
Who asked that of Joe?

God asks me and while I laugh, I write.
Is it better to leave Him out of the poem?
To always allude to His ways and gifts?
Without naming Him? I think not.

Instead I will directly point,
“Two roads diverged….
And I took the one less traveled by,
And it has made all the difference.”

Studying the Book of Ezra
Noticing the lines of genealogy
The men and sons are listed.
No women or daughters
Unless they sing or serve.

Then it started, ANGER
In Your salvation history
What are women?
Nothing? Chatel? Slaves?
How can You forget us?

The wheels spun faster as I read
About the foreign women
Who were “put away with their children.”
Rage at the injustice!
The first Salem Witch Trials?

As I was ranting, it was as though
Darkness fell within.
I knew this place,
Had lived most of my life here.
Unbelief is existing within a vacant black shadow.

I will not return to this void!
I will open my heart in loving confidence.
I cannot understand an infinite God.
I am; all women are made in His image.
WE ARE CHOSEN!

As the Father loves me, so I also love you; abide in my love. I have told you this so that my joy might be in you and your joy might be complete.          
                      John 15: 9, 11

Always stays close to me,
         While out on a walk
                   Or in the house.
Always aware of my presence,
         Watching
                   Waiting.
The moment I call,
         He jumps up
                   Responding.
When he holds still beside me,
         I scratch his head and neck
                   Or gently rub his tender spots.
He makes mistakes but never runs to hide,
         In regret, he lowers his ears,
                   Knowing I will love him no matter what.
If my dog is capable of this behavior,
         Why is it such a struggle for me?
                   Giving my loyalty and obedience
To God, my loving Lord and Savior,
         Who is always with me,
                   Wanting what is best for me.

I wrote with the idea nobody would know.
But then, there were these…… likes?
After that, a posting or two……
Now three or four “followers”.

The responsibility that creates within me!
I can’t seem to write, it has to be good.
I certainly can’t post, it would have to be perfect.
I was only playing with words, little stories with spaces.

In Dante’s Divine Comedy
Satan is frozen in hell, unable to free himself.
Is that what this uncertainly is
Being paralyzed in evil’s grip?

With that thought, I must continue onward!
Reminding myself I am but a humble servant.
They are God’s stories.
HE creates perfection, I will just write.

Gazing out the window into the thriving garden
Beauty filling the space between buildings
The leaves on scrubs suddenly shaken
A small sapling is set into motion.

Pondering possible causes of the commotion.....
....Eruption having occurred in consecutive order....
It's not wind; perhaps a large or energetic animal.....
Cat? Dog? Maybe a squirrel?

I continue watching as people enter the garden.
The animal may hide or run away.
A squirrel will scamper into view, hiding on the side of the oak.
Amazing, there he comes, holding position before me.

That is what God has been like.
I have searched for Him in His garden.
Seeing signs but never able to know for certain.
Only learning to detect where he may have been.

After the world had become too difficult,
I stopped, totally lost; finally sitting still.
Looking out at life's possibilities with an open mind.
It was then, God appeared. Just like the squirrel.

"Revelation is God allowing himself to be recognized."
                                                 Edward Schillebeeckx