Sunday, April 8, 2018


After I John 1:1-4

I listened I heard I heeded
I walked I saw I watched
I traveled with him I walked
dusty roads and dusty streets
and dusty hills and mountaintops
I felt the storm in the waves
beneath our boat, the smell
of fish so omnipresent
it seemed we were swimming
in schools and caught in nets
which we were, actually.
He was real and because of that
I have no choice but to speak
to write to tell the truth
and truth be told
I want no other choice.

Photograph by Grant Ritchie via Unsplash. Used with permission.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

You are such a talented wordsmith, Glynn! Keep Shining!