Let us labor

Let us labor

Johnclarestokes 

I think of those now gone on

Some to eternal worlds

Others yet remaining here 

And I’m ever grateful for their labors

In the kingdom not of calloused hands

Men as ZT Johnson of Asbury 

Who helped usher me into the kingdom

A father, Luther Ray, who welcomed me

At the altar of repentance 

There were many following

Razziel at Florida Southern my brother

Mentoring me so lovingly

A long chain of laborers 

From Russell and a community praying

Melanie back to us

To Aaron singing softly to a dying mother

Touching beyond knowing this

Heart prone to hardening

So grateful for the workers in the vineyard 

So looking forward to drinking in

The fruits of their labors one day.

ZT Johnson, President of Asbury College, Rev Lawrence George with Rev Luther Ray Stokes and Bert Roddenberry and his wife Cora at his farm in Sopchoppy, Florida.

To the bend

 To the bend

Johnclarestokes 

Old Town Chipewan trimmed

Paddles poised in remember 

For tonight from shiver to timber

We stroke upstream to forgetting 

From Cone pylons to Limp bend mystery

Our journey quietly wends

Suwannee time suspends

Sand bars all open

Full moon all enveloping 

Tupelo tonic mixes with the tannic

A doe dips low for a taste

Barred owls who do you think

Pileated's pine bark rain falls

Coyotes call on the prowl

Wet wood hisses and growls

Soon by firefly light we sleep

To mares of critters creeping 

By dawns dew prints revealing

Pungent fresh the nocturnal fumes

Stoke the embers to live

Coax it to warmth give 

All is misty in the limp bend

By first light the Suwannee

Amnesia begins.

Vanishing point 3

 Roll Up

Perspective suddenly 

Dawned upon me

In the most unlikely

Place of privacy

Scrawled on the marbled

 wall

My

vanishing 

Point

Slip away

What things 

Once cling to

Slip away

What things

Once held to

Fade away

What things

Once loved too

Go away

What things 

Once drawn to

Stay

He extends the

leprous hand

wrapped in the

oozing gauze

once white 

and I extend 

the naked hand

not knowing 

by the morning

the fingers

will begin their

falling

the friendship

worth more

than the loss.

Call of the cadence

 Call of the cadence

Johnclarestokes 

Come Saturday September mornings 

When the land begins the autumn cool

The goldenrod on roadsides is seen growing

Persimmon on the tree to sweet turning

Faintly within there is this calling

To journey far into the Gum Swamp pines

Past the Sanderson fork beyond the ocean Pond

On past the Taylor grocery store break

Far, far over the St Mary’s river into Moniac

Where the Nehi streams flow amber

You can reach right up and pluck

A moon pie from the South Georgia sky

Sit and stare lovingly into her snaggletooth eyes

Hear her say, “where you been all my days?”

And you reply, “burning daylight

Burning daylight, my darling.

Now here in Moniac I can die.”

Church Clicks

Today we didn’t go to Bronson Baptist since Billy Earl Mel’s mother has Covid, but we wanted to go locally. Sadly we could not think of a place. The places we have gone we have yet to receive any follow up, like we miss you or a call from the Pastor or a member. That would be Parkview, Hopeful, Grace Life and Watertown Methodist. I don’t know if we will find a local church we can fit in without feeling a stranger. We wound up listening to the Williston Church of God Wes Smith, a friendly church as is Bronson Baptist. 

Poor Gators

 

The wings were air fried in anticipation of the 3:30 Gator vs Miami game. It sure wasn’t much of a game. Florida was beaten badly. The Uber hard of the Gators fans were already calling for the firing of Napier. I’m a Kentucky fan so I’m used to losing. Uk did win their opener after a three hour lightening delay later that evening. The air fried wings were winners. 

Dishwasher woes

 The fuse often trips on the dishwasher. Today it was tripped and i could not get it on. I finally pulled it out and got it unplugged. I wanted to plug it in elsewhere to see if it was the outlet. To get the cord back in which was too short we had to unhook the water. I mistakenly tried to unhook it from the washer. No wrench i used would fit. It was leaking water. I turned the water off at the breaker. Dumb me there is a turnoff valve under the sink.After i finally with Mels help got the hose tightened  i took it off under the sink and was able to reach the plug.We slid it back and so far its working. Took twice as long if i knew what i was doing.

Pondering the puddles

 

Upper Room

 One thing that often irks me with posting photographs, people are not interested in the photo as composition, as lighting or any of the things I look for in a photo. They always have to remark like where was it taken, what kind of camera, I was married there, etc. It’s not a composition, it’s just a record of a place they know. The quality doesn’t matter. 

Water and Word

 The water and the word

Let the water and the word

Ever abide within the soul

A vessel with which to go

Eternal words forever heard.

Monochrome

 

Damselfly

 That I see

That I saw

That I’ve seen

Damselfly

Suwannee