After a week of the most intense heat that I have ever felt in New Jersey, a poem came to me. Every night (and on my days off), I am working on our house exterior. Well, these words came to me in the heat high up on our 32' ladder as I was thinking about my lovely wife, Erin. It's a personal poem written for her, but I thought I'd share it with the world as well. Why not? Maybe it will be a blessing to someone else as well.
Ten Rungs Into the Summer Air
Which is better for a man:
to know how to make money
or to know how to make love
Random thoughts fly in and out
Haze and heat induced
like the cumulous clouds
seen from my elevated perch
so full of promise and potential
yet unable to deliver
The drought lingers on
the account stays negative
No rain dance will change this pattern
At least I know how
to make you feel good
with the one thing
I can (usually) control.
Reports, musings, sermons, happenings from a Presbyter (Priest) of The Episcopal Church who loves Jesus, the natural world, ice and snow, and is raising 3 children with his artist-wife, Erin McGee Ferrell. (This photo is of the Presidential range in NH taken from Vermont.)
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