“Love is the language they speak in God’s world, and we are summoned to learn it against the day when God’s world and ours will be brought together for ever” Bishop N. T. Wright
Blazing Life! Claims my Being, Undoes my World!
Held, so close to my heart.
A love, fierce and hungry,
Before became Now.
Four became Six.
Wonders became Whos.
Names my heart,
Claims my being,
Undoes my world,
As my Fist Two Whos
So their own,
Are and Will Be,
Bright mid-summer morning
I walked, she skipped, holding hands.
She giggled at all she saw-full of life/joy
A small grouping of dew-covered Buttercups,
She jumped up and down with glee.
A long ago memory caught my heart for her.
With absent pleasure, placing it under her chin,
“Do you like butter?’
“Now you do it.” I said.
She saw the yellow glow,
With eyes wide with wonder-yes!
“You do too, Grandpa!’
With tears, the memory, so sweet as to be unbearable,
flooded my soul with the loss.
“Look Dad, Mommy showed me! Do you like butter?”
It is said still said in some places like Pawleys Island, that a man’s word is as good as any contract. It depends of course on the man.
Bobby Dingle is one of those men. I am proud to be his wife. His boys are equally as proud to be his sons. He is a dying breed. A man of his word. His handshake, or email or promise made over the phone is good enough for those he does business with.
Hundreds of thousands of dollar docks and bulkhead oral contracts are made in my earshot weekly. It is as good as that!
Bobby does it right the first time. He is a true Southern Gentleman. He is man folks trust.
Over the 45 plus years of dock building, he has mentored so many young men that I cannot count them. From Bobby they have learned a work ethic, skills they will always be able to use to make a living, and most importantly honesty and humility.
If you are ever in Pawleys Island, mention Bobby Dingle and you will hear that he is a legend in his own time. A man whose handshake is as good as any piece of legal paper.
No words for them…
heart quivers, eyes want to cry…fingers want to play music…
They will be here soon…
God has broken into my world…
No words for them. Joy is not enough.
Wonder is not the explantion. God has broken into my world.
The heart in side me quivers. My eyes want to cry. My fingers want to play music.
This entire body wishes to express all the love it has
With all the ways possible.
They will be here soon.
What will they be like? It will not matter.
They will come into the world
Fully and Totally Loved.