Pastor’s Pondering – February 20, 2019

The bend in the river

Looks just like the hundred other bends

We’ve paddled around,

So I expect nothing

Except more disappointment.

 

But for some reason

I keep paddling,

Straining against the heat of this long day

And against the weight of hope.

 

The fist stare,

The birds fly to a higher branch,

The water mocks me,

Making its own way downstream,

The trees on shore

Hold their tongue.

 

But here is the bend,

And the unforeseen…

 

 

George R. Pasley

February 19, 2019

Martin, TN

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