On Loan

I could not imagine what it was like
living without running water until
the other day when the pipes froze.

Then the rain came. The icicles on
every house in town started to melt
and running water returned.

But it was my recent tooth extraction
that reminded me how frail humankind
is. True, we are wonderfully and

fearfully made, but fragile. As I was
listening to the whir of the drill and
occasional cracking sounds, I was also

reminded I was never destined to be a
dentist. Not my gift. You see, whether
or not you believe in God, He is the

giver of gifts. All gifts. For example:

Two farmers are neighbors. One does
not believe in God; and the other does
believe in God. But God gives to both.

God provides rain for both of them.

Hence, it is apparent that my new
dentist and his staff are amazing and
love what they do. So, my dear reader,

be thankful for the skills and the gifts
you have. No matter how hard you
worked to learn to do what you do and

love to do, use your gifts well, because
God delights in excellence as they are
His gifts. On loan to us for a season.

Odds and Ends 4.20

I made dinner and cleaned up the kitchen.
Then I stepped out back to take a break.
I made rainy day red beans and rice and

Cajun baked chicken thighs that my love
loves and a few breasts. The late afternoon
nap was not for me.

The rain falls slowly but continuously on
the metal patio roof behind me playing a
disjointed tempo all of its own drowning

out any other chords of rain. No wind
really and it is getting dark. I can hardly
see my steno pad. I am not sure what I

expected the Saturday after Thanksgiving
to be like, but this wasn’t it. The light over
the kitchen sink is on. Nap must be over.

Someone just closed the kitchen blinds.
I am sitting here in the dark, but I give
thanks to God for another day of life.

A moment of joy on this dreary dark day
comes to mind as I give thanks that it may
be too dark to see but I walk in God’s light.

It Might Rain

rain clouds hang in the
air making you think it
might rain

the local black and
white cat hides behind
the elm tree out my
window

the cat goes rigid but
whatever it was must
be gone because

the cat lifts and licks a
paw and when I looked
back the cat was gone

the sun made a dull
attempt to push through
barely making shadows

even so

rain clouds hang in the
air making you think it
might rain