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Pelicans to Parasols
by louis gander A young and pretty girl sat with elegance and grace, pretending to be drinking tea in soft pink bows and lace. Her left hand held a parasol. Her right hand held her tea - when gust of wind had come along and parasol flew free. It's light and fragile beauty soared along with ocean breeze - drew notice of two pelicans above the rippled seas. She jumped up from her plastic chair quite shocked at what occurred. As wind gusts blew, it skipped along. She chased it undeterred. The pelicans cared not a whit to parasol she sought. Important though, her mission was, that parasol be caught. Her footprints in the pure white sand had evidenced her will, to catch that treasured parasol that she was chasing still. --- I wonder - do we race through life for something temporal - on our lone life's long endless beach, chasing something futile? I wonder - have we failed to see our true priority - at banquet table with our God and His thirst-quenching tea? Temptation's winds deceive us to our pretty parasols. Are we so busy chasing them we're deaf when Jesus calls? Past pelicans to parasols, we chase for things we strive. But woe to those of us who are - when death and Christ arrive. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |