Sacred Summons

I was going to write a first day of summer celebration poem

but instead today's (first) poem, turned into a sacred summons poem, 

After this morning's scripture reading. 1 Cor. 4.

1 Cor.4: 4-7

My conscience is clear, but that does not make me innocent.

 It is the Lord who judges me. 

 Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time; 

wait until the Lord comes. 

He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness 

and will expose the motives of the heart.

 At that time each will receive their praise from God.

 Now, brothers and sisters, I have applied these things to myself 

and Apollos for your benefit, 

so that you may learn from us the meaning of the saying,

 “Do not go beyond what is written.” 

Then you will not be puffed up in being a follower 

of one of us over against the other. 

 For who makes you different from anyone else? 

What do you have that you did not receive? 

And if you did receive it, 

why do you boast as though you did not?

Sermon to Self (and others); 

Imagine

what a glimpse

 of heaven

earth would be

If  I, (we all) gave

all I, (we) could,

mindful always

 of He, The Giver

Who gave His Best/All

for you and me

John 3:16

For God so loved the world 

that He gave His only begotten Son, 

that whoever believes in Him 

should not perish but have everlasting life.

Last night these ominous clouds...

...turned into a much needed shower! 🙏

With what we have

With what we seek

With heart and soul and mind

May He who gave/gives

Make us more meek

More humble, faithful, kind

With what we know

And what we learn

With deeper gratitude

May goodness flow

With tender turn

From God's mercy renewed 

With how we live

And how we love

May worship's fountain brim

With praise we give

To God above

For all that comes from Him 

With all we have

With every breath

May we  proclaim the One

Who robbed the grave

Who conquered death

Through Jesus Christ, his Son

Worthy is He

Mighty to save

May hallelujahs brim

Eternally,

For all we have,

We have received from Him 

Holy, holy

Life's charge of grace

May we never forget

The love of He

Who took our place

To pay the sinner's debt

Forbid that we

Once wand'ring sheep

Ignore how we should live

Then, miserly

Connive to keep

What God gives us to give 

© Janet Martin

Jude 1:25

To the only wise God our Saviour, 

be glory and majesty, 

dominion and power, 

both now and ever. 

Amen.

The first shower was not enough

to justify 'excuses',

so soon my little neighbor 'helper' and I resumed

our egg hunt!

Potato bug egg hunt, that is 😠

(not quite as delightful as the Easter-kind 😂)

on that note, I'm off to the garden this morning, to resume the task!