summer walk. a poem.

i can breathe under

the green canopy, sweet

leaves releasing air

clean and deep.

hidden in the thick,

blooms peer timid

from their tangled rest.

wearing color on their sleeves

like a heart cry,

“Look and see and do not

pass me by!” The green

envy

shames it back into the shadow’s

embrace, the hope

of the wild ever present

if only to receive its

sting.

“I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world. John 16:33 (ESV)”

 

summer truth rising. a poem. 

HEAT.

rising with the sun

then

PRESSING

hard

against my heart. i STEP

hesitant

on the newly mown 

grass, the FOLDING and BENDING

of each FRAGILE strand

crisp then 

cool

between my toes

too long stuffed in winter

shoes, each step 

FREEDOM,

the bright red of the trumpet

vine SCREAMING

with the release of

TRUTH.

every stamen stretching,

reaching 

for

HOPE.

You’ve got a friend. 

You’re not alone.

Those can be the most reassuring words on the planet, can’t they? 

Hebrews 10:24-25 reminds us, “And let us consider how we may spur one another on…encouraging one another…”

Allowing someone the privilege of coming alongside us in our burdens is as much of a blessing as coming alongside them when they need it. Sometimes, telling just one loyal friend is enough to lift our hearts and help us press on in faith and joy. 

Because through friends, we learn we are not alone humanly, or spiritually. 

The Lord never leaves. 

In Lead Me Home, James Horton and his friends in Sycamore, Indiana, learn this truth, some of them the hard way. 

What does community mean to you?