As I round the corner a palette of wonders spread out before me the smell of fresh bread drifts toward me A line up of vegetables and fruits delight the eye plump peaches, nectarines, and apples line up in a juicy chorus line Lettuce graces the tables in their varied frills of green bright orange … Continue reading Farmers Market
The line forms here men, women, old and young wait forgotten all except by The Monk on the Street A bowl of soup a handshake, contact … ©Ruth Jewell, www.aquietwalk.wordpress.com, for Monk in the World Poetry party, August 25, 2010
they come in the night crosses burning pipe bombs at the ready hate in burning eyes who will stop them who will say enough who will hear the cry of the stranger, the weak amongst us will it be me will I stand between the mob and the stranger am I alone, who else will … Continue reading Who Is My Neighbor
This summer is becoming all about prayer, not the kind that you sit and struggle to connect with God, but rather waiting for my vision, hearing, and all the rest of my senses to recognize that God has been here all the time. I have been reading a lot of thought-provoking stuff this summer and … Continue reading This summer isn’t what I thought it would be!