Tonight I took a short walk.
Around the sand roads and through the woods.
No bugs, lots of water spread across the low spots.
No great big, throny bushes, no green trees, and no crowds … in fact great solitude and quiet.
Just a walk around
a bit
near the sunset
before settling in as a guest of the Queen,
honoured chosen of my Lord,
on the shores of a small quite lake,
since the oil company bought it all up,
except a few pieces
which means the Queen still has a small plot
that she shares, by law, with a few homeless,
and quite a few wealthy land owners looking for
the gift of nature: health and joy.
There’s also enough detritus left around that proves there are a number of irresponsible beer drinking, condom throwing, and garbage dumping foolish visitors.
So I took a bag with me on my walk around to collect some of the detritus. Lots more, like the condoms, still lay strewn on the ground, things that I needed more than just one bag to be able to pick up and haul out for other fools.
Why does the Queen receive such fools?
Why does the Creator tolerate such fools?
Perhaps because one fool is pretty much like another, and all are fools in one way or another.
My call is to be a fool for Christ, so there is that.
And I took a quiet walk around tonight before enjoying a quiet night, with only a couple parking for hours, depositing another condom and toilet paper to found on a quiet morning walk before the full light of dawn.
Solitude is precious as are a good night’s sleep and the clear light of truth.