Come along to the banquet, everything is ready.
But all alike started to make excuses.
And own will is unsteady.
We get up to all sorts of ruses.

One said, I have bought a piece of land.
And must go and see it.
Our material wants are well planned.
Our egoism well honed and  lit.

Another said, I have bought five pair of oxen.
And I’m on my way to try them out.
God can wait, we want some fun.
And then surprised, we arrive at burnout.

They all said, please accept my apologies.
And we of course give our own apologies.

…….

He gave a banquet
They all gave apologies
And we do the same

…….

See Luke 14 : 15-24

I love you Lord.
My strength.
We can do nothing if we lose touch with this spiritual cord.
To search for his love we must go to any length.

I was in a Quaker friends meeting.
Immersed in the silence.
We use too many words in our churching.
We should let the silent Holy Spirit be the essence.

On our own we can do nothing.
Self help is not an option.
Otherwise we find everything too demanding.
We act then just in permanent reaction.

We just need to repeat.
The Lord my strength  and we shall sit at his seat.

….

I love you my Lord
Because you are my only strength
But do we believe

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See Psalm 17

O let your ears be attentive.
To the voice of my pleading.
May my soul be retentive.
To your summoning.

I was in the silent church listening.
I felt the atmosphere grow heavy.
Was this my imagination surging.
Or perhaps a soul’s fitful eddy.

But in that place there was something joyous.
Sublime and welcoming.
I was curious.
And left wondering.

Out of the depths do souls  call .
Seeking us even in our busy maul.

……..

Ears are attentive
But they’re mainly to this world
Is there another

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See Psalm 129 . Out of the depths I cry to you O Lord