Precious. What else can one say. Jesus walking through hilly grain fields and small fruit orchards. You make me see the Good Shepherd and his friends in soft falling blossoms, pale pink and cream-almost yellow. Sun warms the earth, mist fades, skin drys and there is Jesus passing a fig farm; a rooster, hens and their multicolored chicks scratch; they pull worms from loam. You brought it to me like David Lean in a 70mm masterpiece. Thank you.
Jordan, you have a gift! This lovely poem brought me back to the Holy Land with Jesus and his posse. 😊 I had a similar reaction to visiting there on pilgrimage; all of a sudden my faith became tangibly real in EVERY way possible.
I honestly can't separate Jesus from the people of the Holy Land in my mind and heart. So, the War is tragic and gut wrenching on a level that is almost unspeakable. If he were there now? Well, he is there; he never completely left. He's huddled in corners as shells explode, and he's cooking huge vats of food in NGO makeshift kitchens, and he's speaking to the decision makers like he always did, and they're keeping him at a distance like they always have.
I pray and act for peace.
Keep up your wonderful work, and thank you for sharing your heart with us.
Angela, thanks for your kind words and your beautiful sentiment. What you wrote really struck me: “Well, he is there; he never completely left. He's huddled in corners as shells explode, and he's cooking huge vats of food in NGO makeshift kitchens, and he's speaking to the decision makers like he always did, and they're keeping him at a distance like they always have.”
Bless you, Jordan, you are so very talented! Do keep up the poetry (I, alas, do not extend much beyond witty parodies of Shakespeare, or haiku!). And thank you for the work you are doing softening boundaries and opening doors to greater understanding (even when, as you know, we sometimes see things from different and I think complementary perspectives). With love and best wishes to your family, from a UK Catholic (Dominican, as it happens!🫢).
Precious. What else can one say. Jesus walking through hilly grain fields and small fruit orchards. You make me see the Good Shepherd and his friends in soft falling blossoms, pale pink and cream-almost yellow. Sun warms the earth, mist fades, skin drys and there is Jesus passing a fig farm; a rooster, hens and their multicolored chicks scratch; they pull worms from loam. You brought it to me like David Lean in a 70mm masterpiece. Thank you.
I’m glad you enjoyed the poem and it sparked more images for you. Thanks, Jeffrey
Jordan, you have a gift! This lovely poem brought me back to the Holy Land with Jesus and his posse. 😊 I had a similar reaction to visiting there on pilgrimage; all of a sudden my faith became tangibly real in EVERY way possible.
I honestly can't separate Jesus from the people of the Holy Land in my mind and heart. So, the War is tragic and gut wrenching on a level that is almost unspeakable. If he were there now? Well, he is there; he never completely left. He's huddled in corners as shells explode, and he's cooking huge vats of food in NGO makeshift kitchens, and he's speaking to the decision makers like he always did, and they're keeping him at a distance like they always have.
I pray and act for peace.
Keep up your wonderful work, and thank you for sharing your heart with us.
Angela, thanks for your kind words and your beautiful sentiment. What you wrote really struck me: “Well, he is there; he never completely left. He's huddled in corners as shells explode, and he's cooking huge vats of food in NGO makeshift kitchens, and he's speaking to the decision makers like he always did, and they're keeping him at a distance like they always have.”
Bless you, Jordan, you are so very talented! Do keep up the poetry (I, alas, do not extend much beyond witty parodies of Shakespeare, or haiku!). And thank you for the work you are doing softening boundaries and opening doors to greater understanding (even when, as you know, we sometimes see things from different and I think complementary perspectives). With love and best wishes to your family, from a UK Catholic (Dominican, as it happens!🫢).
Thank you, Paul!