Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on wander.
Go.
There is a saying..."those who wander are not lost".
But what happens when you are lost?
Lost and searching?
Lost and wandering?
Wandering and kind of hopeless.
What does one do with that?
You wander and you wonder.
It's another season of moving about with no purpose.
No direction.
No map or compass.
No way of seeing which way to go.
So you wander.
And you wonder.
You have no path.
You take twists and turns.
You just keep searching.
So you wander.
And you wonder.
And I am still surprised by those that know better.
The completely innocent.
The ones that see the best in all.
The ones that think of each direction and the ways to get there.
They do it with reason and heart.
They too wander, but they are not lost.
They don't wonder as much, they just know.
Stop.
I appreciate the reminder that even in moments when I am uncertain and confused, I can experience wonder which is usually tied to seeing God's goodness in the midst of everything. Visiting from FMF.
I've been lost and I've been found,
been deep in truth, then error
when I listened to the sound
of my heart's own terror.
I've been on the upward path,
reaching for Last Supper's chalice,
then next day I took a bath,
playing blackjack out at Caesar's Palace.
My life has had its ups and downs,
from gentleman to bum.
I've been a hostage to the clowns,
but they do keep me young
and offer, well, a kind of grace
that makes God have to palm His face.
I like how you took the words from the quote and song and turned them into a poem. Good job.
Your FMF neighbor #22