Words from Pep
Yesterday…
Yesterday I built a fort of sticks
and tall grass, invincible, secure against giants and monsters. Yesterday I
watched a beetle walk away from a dispute with a bumblebee and I went fishing
with my dad. I saw a fawn nursing. Perched from a high branch I launched
walnuts and spit onto my friends below, jumped on my bed until a spring broke.
Yesterday I ran through the field until I couldn’t breathe, then fell into the
alfalfa staring at the clouds. . . . . . Yesterday my Grandpa died, then my
Grandma, then the suicides of my friends after Vietnam and I buried my dog. . .
. . . Yesterday I got married, had a daughter, adopted a son, watched them
build forts, study bugs, jump on their beds, become better educated than I. . .
. . . Walking by a storefront window yesterday I saw the reflected image of a
slower moving, graying man. In the background, fused hand-in-hand, was a string
of excited children on an outing from daycare, faces with large absorbing eyes,
mouths jabbering with elation. Maybe they had just seen a wise beetle or a
hungry fawn. . . . . Wrapped in yesterdays, our lives, our memories are carried
with us into tomorrow and become the sweet “thank you” we offer to forever. . .
. . . . With abandon, take up your adventure in soul making! That is the reason
God grants the journey of life. . . . . . Tomorrow, I think I’ll go outside and
build a fort of sticks and grass, try and climb a tree, help my wife take a
walk.
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ONE WORLD - ONE FAMILY OF MAN - ONE CREATOR OF ALL
ONE WORLD - ONE FAMILY OF MAN - ONE CREATOR OF ALL
Yesterday I built a fort of sticks
and tall grass, invincible, secure against giants and monsters. Yesterday I
watched a beetle walk away from a dispute with a bumblebee and I went fishing
with my dad. I saw a fawn nursing. Perched from a high branch I launched
walnuts and spit onto my friends below, jumped on my bed until a spring broke.
Yesterday I ran through the field until I couldn’t breathe, then fell into the
alfalfa staring at the clouds. . . . . . Yesterday my Grandpa died, then my
Grandma, then the suicides of my friends after Vietnam and I buried my dog. . .
. . . Yesterday I got married, had a daughter, adopted a son, watched them
build forts, study bugs, jump on their beds, become better educated than I. . .
. . . Walking by a storefront window yesterday I saw the reflected image of a
slower moving, graying man. In the background, fused hand-in-hand, was a string
of excited children on an outing from daycare, faces with large absorbing eyes,
mouths jabbering with elation. Maybe they had just seen a wise beetle or a
hungry fawn. . . . . Wrapped in yesterdays, our lives, our memories are carried
with us into tomorrow and become the sweet “thank you” we offer to forever. . .
. . . . With abandon, take up your adventure in soul making! That is the reason
God grants the journey of life. . . . . . Tomorrow, I think I’ll go outside and
build a fort of sticks and grass, try and climb a tree, help my wife take a
walk.
--
ONE WORLD - ONE FAMILY OF MAN - ONE CREATOR OF ALL
ONE WORLD - ONE FAMILY OF MAN - ONE CREATOR OF ALL
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