Wandering into Wonder

I try to open my eyes and see with the searching eyes of a child,

When I go strolling along the road, or even into the wild.

Sometimes I return from my walk, refreshed but empty-handed.

Other times the treasures appear, as if they were commanded.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

Marcel Proust

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Ready for Church

I got up this morning, got ready for church,

But not in a chair or a pew.

I sat on my couch with coffee in hand,

My computer screen clearly in view.

It’s not the old way,

But it’s needed at this time.

To hear God’s Word spoken,

Although there won’t be wine.

We gather still with others,

Who sign in on the site.

The body, the church is ANYWHERE,

When people seek the light.

Light is what parts the darkness,

Dispels fear and illumines God’s face.

So we can glimpse our salvation,

And leave with peace and grace.