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