Here’s the deal. I don’t know anything about poetry. Not about style, or rhythm, or any of that stuff. But I still make attempts to write some now and again. I wrote this mid-mission year. Enjoy…

What is she? Change.
To me anyway. Though to herself,
I am sure she is constant and true.

Family is no longer just blood. No,
Now they are those who do the
Will of my Father.

A neighbor isn’t just next door,
It is anyone who opens their door,
Or anyone to whom I open my door.

Time isn’t necessarily kept, but
Wondered about. Or maybe…
Lost in translation.

A meal isn’t just eaten for satiation,
It is time for a story told, a laugh
Shared, or a smile smiled.

Music isn’t just something to
Listen to. You experience it…
and you follow it.

Community isn’t necessarily where
I live…but rather who I live it with
And how we choose to live it.