Saturday, August 1, 2015

Family Devotions

Summer mornings on the front porch,
before walking down the sidewalk to
Vacation Bible School. Winters: after
supper around the dining room table.
One of my friends knocking  at the
front door. "Bring him in, Sam. Let him
join us. Late July in the birches off
Cream  Hill Pond seating before a
wooden cross my  old man made, us
singing "Day is Dying  in the West, "
sun setting  over Gold Hill.  Not a psalm,
I grant you. Hymn. And mosquitoes humming
Before any road trip:"Lord bless our coming
and our going from  this time forward &
even for ever more.” Sentimental. Weak
theologically. Liberal & Progressive.
Mainstream.  Connecticut. Never the less.

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