Pastor’s Pondering 06/02/2021

Last night I ran

Barefoot to the car,

And the wet clover

Tickled at my soles.

Today I prayed

Sitting on the porch

For the clover- thanksgiving

As it feeds the honey bees

In the air above,

And likewise feeds the soil below

Yet grows itself so flawless

With the grass.

And also Lord,

Grant that I might tend your creatures

Above, below and in-between

And let us all together

Tickle at your soles.

George R. Pasley

June 2, 2021

Martin, TN

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