I go to worship on Sunday mornings
With a searching and thankful heart
And when I see my girls beside me
Know full well, this is where we belong
At this time, in this place
But when the sermon runs long
Or the message is too loaded
With clichés
To touch the deepest part of my heart
My attention wanes
So I take pen in hand
To bulletin or offering envelope
Before the words fly away
Who’s to say these words
Aren’t shining through the sunlight
Whispered into my ear
By grace
Beaming through the stained glass
In the stories
That surround me
6-1-15
©2019 Lenny Wells
Thoughts From The Orchard 