23 January 2008

Plopped my body down

on the dock extending out on the river.

Subtle sun plunging behind the clouds

yet splashing glorious colors onto the clouds and sky

So tired, fell asleep, gentle sounds all around

Flop of fish,

barely perceptible appearance of a turtle head,

Chirp of bird and also peep and tweet

Gentle lap of water tapping the shore

And then awoken from this cacophony,

I spy an otter slipping in and out of the water surface.

The tail of the otter seems to slip into the black water in secretive and mysterious silence.

My beloved brother, Greg

was celebrated today at the Sacred Eucharist,

and then laid to rest in San Lorenzo Cemetery,

with my mom and brother priests and sisters of the diocese of St. Augustine

James Greg Pittman +

Pink swirls and grayful color

mesmerize me until the cool to cold air

cause me to wrap up my writing and peaceful visit to the end of the dock.

No worry – I need not covet

for one day

I will put more than my toe into the forever horizon of

LOVE!

This week I wish to share with ya’ll just a glimpse of Susi’s husband. Being stewards of creation seems to permeate Susi’s outlook on life. It is true; sometimes we need to be stewards of just having to have the guts to put our big toe into the water. When Gregg was dying, he so often showed us how to be exceptional stewards of the days and moments. My love for this family grew much deeper and richer by just being a tiny bit more open.

God is Good….All the time!

Love, joy, peace,

Padre Ron Moses+

www.tearinthedesert.com

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