Here, right where I live where I work, where I toil, where we worship, where my wife, my girls are with me, where we live in this place where I am planted as if by living streams of water this tree planted here.
May I find him here, not some distant land, standing beside me in my struggles walking with me on this journey holding my hand when I step out in faith cheering with me in my joys in those moments when I notice, when I am present, when I feel his grace (not that his grace is ever lacking), when I am aware, May I find his face, his presence, here with me now, right where I am
April 2, 2009 The following poem was posted to the www.christianpoetry.org site on April 1, 2009, my 49th birthday. I received a comment how people seek Christ in the holy land but that they should seek him where they live. The poem above came from this. ---- Traveling Far
Unlike the shepherds, on a nearby hillside, watching their sheep.
Not called by a choir of angels, a chorus of heavenly host.
Reading the signs, as they did in Jerusalem, traveling far, following his star.
By a faithfulness, greater than the people the chosen ones.
Bringing gifts, these gifts, in fulfillment, the birth, their gifts.
Believing where the select, the chosen did not, traveling far, with real faith.
Following the star, the signs, the coming of the newborn king.