Christ In Winter:
Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter…
Chores and errands
These keep me sane
When winds are high
And the boat is swamped
I walk serenely into the
gale
Holding firmly my mop and pail
As winds fly high
And waves meet sky
I swab the decks
Until they’re dry
When the night is dark
And the lamps gone out
And every good intent is
dead
I go to the store to buy
some bread
When the world’s deceit
Has gobbled the meat
I use my feet
So all can eat
Chores and errands…
John Robert McFarland
“Uncertainty is the mind’s
greatest need, and no one thinks to thank God for it.” Emily Dickinson
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