This sign greeted me near the beginning of yesterday's ramble through San Francisco. Sent out to taste, observe, listen and explore. I felt lucky to be on such an adventure. Sent out to look for what God might see, how he might feel, and what he might be doing here. We were asked to write a poem, looking back on our experiences of the day. I wrote mine in Dolores Park, surrounded by people, with the warm summer sun beating down on me. It captures a piece of what I saw and experienced...but not the hunger to try to keep seeing my world through the lens of the Father's love.
among those
who seek
do they know
they are pilgrims?
surrounded by riotous color
by images and icons
demanding we remember...or learn
"doing
it against your will," she said,
isn't that kind
of the point?
and yet so much points
to seeking or own will
or happiness
the toddler
picks up the ball and throws it
following
wherever it leads
our lives much the same
she has
stories to tell
if you are willing to learn
she seeks to
help you find peace
but is still seeking herself
surrounded
by those seeking meaning
clusters of friends
united by stories and beer
looking for
a cause to rally behind
or a way to feel happy
the toddler
so busy at play
that he runs
past his father's open arms
reflections on SF mission day, j.weinert, 6-27-12