In the bare bones
of a waking day,
I sit.
Still.
War and rumors of war advancing.
Overtaking.

In the bare bones
of a waking day,
I sit.
Still.
War and rumors of war advancing.
Overtaking.
He’s looking for devoted followers. Wholehearted. Wholly His.
Abiding day by day in the Vine.
To fight the good fight. And finish the race.
I watch this in brothers and sisters on the other side of the world. Their nation invaded. Future uncertain.
Yet they remain. Steadfast. Singing songs of faith.
Remember. Somedays the forgotten pieces of life surface. In old journals. Handwritten letters. Conversations.
Pointing out one experience. Leading to memories of another.
Recalling things hidden. Lost in the pace and race of living life on this planet.
Finding stories lodged beneath the years.