Isolated, sterile, solitary iron adjustable bed; cancer ridden man half sits, with his belief, stronger than any opiate, as I stand
back to witness a reunion after flying across the country to say goodbye, and see the Yankees, hear Frank sing at the end of the ninth. After brief introductions
the most unselfish man I've met makes eye contact with the stranger in the room and says, "Now, tell me about you." In my mind, I un-age his face, put him back
behind the wheel in the driver's seat of stories told of his VW bus rambling cross country into Mexico. We laugh, saying hello and goodbye all in the same moment before leaving the hospital, catching
a train. Not knowing what to say I turn to my friend's watery eyes, not quite crying, staring out the window, I have to ask, "...you think we'll make the first pitch?"
East of Austin Christa Pandey
The April sky sends down a torrent, wildflowers hide in sheets of rain. This afternoon those ninety miles feel more like forty days. Eyes cannot bask in rural grace, glued to the road to find a guide, the faintly glinting center stripe.
Next day the bluebonnets look scrubbed. Their bluish pillows fluffed amid expansive sweeps of youthful green. Nearby a clapboard village church, a sandy cow, expectant egret congregation, an unheard sermon, ruminate and wait.
The Color of Hope Clyda Coder
Ministry comes in many colors. Oasis de Esperanza is the color of hope, hope for relief from pain, for eyes to see, for stronger hearts and inner health, courage to cope with daily ills, someone to listen to cancer fears, to lift the spirit and share the tears. A nimble dentist pulls throbbing teeth, pulling the pain into her soul. Ministry comes in many colors; Oasis de Esperanza is the color of hope.
Creation
Robert James Clark
Emotions Tangled, warped, sold out Where does it end? All too well, we know the beginning. Life flies by in agonized seconds. Fleeing away from gnarled hands. Eyes so tired Watching life Wearied from the view.
Sleep Glass and fragile, wind-spun crystal Meld To make what we call man Laugh and weep For nowhere is thy footstep Laid
So clear
Eternity The pale and shifting sands of time Carve From the mountain, just what it needs. The pounding sea takes from the shore All remnants Of our lives Are you really so foolish to think Life
Won't take from you Just What it needs?
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