summer residents
little flowers
familiar strangers
we have not learned each others' names
but that's alright
we smile the same
and give a friendly nod and wave
whene'er we pass
they're summer residents
If This Is Not A Place. . .
If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Ok Mark. I read your blog a couple of times a week and I really enjoy most of the stories and principles. But help me here friend....what am I missing in this little passage on flowers?
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In Hayward, we have a lot of summer residents who come,attend our church for a few weeks, and then depart.
ReplyDeleteThey are beautiful people, but since they're "summer residents", I've not taken the time to really know them -- many times, not even their names.
But, yet, we smile and wave at each other, as if we really know each other.
Lamenting that fact, I realized that I have the same relationship with the little patch of flowers in my front yard.
I don't know their names either, but I sure enjoy their company, and they're like friends.
For both the summer residents and flowers in my garden -- I'd to know them better, and at least capture a name or two before the summer's done.
Thank you,Mark for the flowers.It truly is a blessing to meet new people.All so different,yet every one is beautiful in their own way.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we only have one opportunity to tell them,"Jesus loves them."I especially love pansies,reminds me of little childrens' faces always looking up.