Theological Conjugation

 

I am not

You (s) are not

He, she, it is not

We are not

You (pl) are not

They are not

The I Am Who I Am.

For Pastor Appreciation Month, draft no. 3

Pastors deal with lots of guff,

Rants and rage and tedious stuff.

Saturdays are all awash,

Scanning o’er the week’s midrash.

Yet somehow you don’t seem to mind,

Your manner stays cheerful and kind.

There’s but one way this could be true:

Because you trust that God’s got you.

I thank God* for the work you do,

I know that it will bear much fruit.

Pastoring’s not easy, even with gifting,

Praying you let the Spirit do the heavy lifting.   

 

*Pastor Dan preached on how one should thank God and not people once. See? Some were listening.

For Laurn, draft no. 3

For Laurn, draft no. 3

Friend since high – nay, middle--nay, elementary days

Who’s near at heart though miles away

Lover of cats, crafts, and secret potions.

Eloquent, sharp, a wee bit coven.

The woman you’d want on the scene,

If you'd caught salmonella or COVID-19.

Laurn Mank has stood the test--

Wishing her peace, and joy, and all that’s best.

Breakfast choices, draft no. 1

I made him scrambled eggs

After we had fought;

It feels good to be reconciled

Just as Jesus taught. 

I could have just stayed angry

and burned the time away--

I'm learning to stay better

and love him, come what may. 

Hand wrinkles haiku, draft no. 1

Hand wrinkles are here

Proof of service and love

No shame in aging

Savoring, draft no. 2

The crystal-dolloped leaves

The velvet-wrinkled moss

The silken, swaying pom poms

With every whisper toss’d

Nature in her glory

Every glade aglow

This is what we’re made for--

Savoring God's work slow

Haiku for Marcia, draft no. 1

Living in the now,

Cheerleading my counseling--

Marcia is a gift.