Fragments of a Sunday

Grace

Grace: someone hands

you an ice-cold bottle

of water on a hot day;

you welcome the wetness

on your hand.

Flowers

Man’s purpose for flowers:

love, weddings, funerals.

God’s purpose for flowers:

a fleeting mirror of beauty.

Surrender

The word surrender

does not appear

in the Bible. Not once.

My father

My father spoke Scripture

his entire life; I never knew

it until I was old.

Neither did he.

Branded simplicity

I’m a simple man,

I told my wife,

with plain tastes.

I like Vanilla Wafers

and graham crackers.

Oreos are a bit rich.

Temptation

Temptation

is the desire

to control.

The Apostles and me

I know me well

enough to say

that I would have

been run over by

the freight train

named Paul,

perplexed by

the chameleon

named Peter,

and assumed

I was going with

John to Patmos

without being

asked.

Communion I

Take, eat: the bread

is his body, nourishing

ours. Take, drink:

the wine is his blood,

giving life, breathing

life into ours.

Communion II

To understand the beauty

of communion is to be

overwhelmed, flattened,

prostrated with love.

True story

I met Pete Maravich

once; standing in line

at McDonald’s I turned,

and he was right behind.

Actually, I met his waist.

Pain

Pain slows life:

everything must be

planned, each step

carefully considered.

Nothing is

spontaneous.

The onion

We argued; you

threw a half-peeled

onion but it missed.

We pretended

the onion caused

the tears. Maybe

it did.

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Audio Recording on Sunday afternoon by Glynn2

Photograph: Rocky Heart by Vera Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.