“Suddenly when they looked around, they saw no one with them anymore, but only Jesus.”
—The Gospel of Mark
SOMETIMES, I WONDER
Sometimes,
when the moon seems skillfully slung
to skip across the rushing clouds,
I wonder whose wrist and fingers
give the crescent of light its motion
and if the heart behind the hand knows I’m watching,
wading toward the deep end of the sky,
up to my neck now
and wanting to swim
in communion
with the reflection of the sun
along the surface of the lunar song
being sung across the skin of heaven.
Sometimes,
the light splashes
and I feel its current all around,
lifting me for a moment so brief
that it seems unreal,
as if it were only a fantasy of my own desperate yearning.
Sometimes, I feel the heart behind the hand
send me skipping, too, across the clouds
in the wake of the singing moon.
And then my wondering turns to wonder.
Always.
Ken Woodley 
Thanks and more for beautiful touching words.
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Thank you especially as the gospel today had to do with Christ writing in the ground while the accusers of the woman taken in adultery stood mute. The majestic hand that writes in the sky and writes our lives is the same.
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So lovely and so from the heart. Thank you,
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Thank you so much, Jean, Tim and Mary Lou, for sharing yourself with me,
God’s love and grace to you all,
Ken
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Such a happy approach to February! Thanks!
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Thank you very much, Nancy. There’s no other month like February. Awful weather but it starts us toward spring and Easter,
Ken
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I am always struck by those simple moments when I look at the sky, or at the fields, and some small thing whispers, and in my head I hear the words, “the still, small voice of God.” That’s what you have described for me today. Thank you.
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I so agree, Karen. I walk five miles a day through fields and woods here, no matter the weather, and it is always on these daily journeys that I feel so close to the Holy Spirit of God and feel the gentle nudge of our Shepherd. Thank you for sharing,
Ken
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