A New Home

A Boy
Middle of the year
5th Grader.
A new home
A new school.

My dad had changed jobs to relocate us back to our home state of Mississippi. So, we moved from Florida (the second time) to a town where we had not lived before – in January.

When school resumed after the Christmas holidays, my mom took me to my new school. We went the principal’s office, mom gave them my information, and someone walked me to my my new teacher and her class already in session.

In that school, you entered each classroom from the back. The door, and the aisle to the front, was between the first and second rows to the right of the room (or stage-left for the teacher). My escort and I stopped in the doorway, and she said, “We have a new student.” Each student in the room turned around and looked at me as my escort left me standing there alone.

I remained briefly in that solitary position wondering what to do next. Then suddenly, a boy sitting in that first row to the right, stood up, walked back where I stood, took my trench coat, hung it on a rack, and led me to an open seat in that first row.

As of this date of writing this down, this happened almost 55 years ago … and each time I tell this story, and as I capture it in writing, tears come to my eyes.

It’s about time I wrote it down!

Thank You Steve!

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Letting Go

Wisdom, she smiles.
Maybe even smirks.
The things we grasp,
so not worth the energy.

Let go.
Stop reaching out
to grab onto.
Let it all flow by,
with love, push it all
into the cloud of forgetting.

–J. Brunson

Now is the Time

Do not be distracted
from the peace,
from the presence
that is yours to hold,
that is yours to let go
into your life
into your living,
into a world
grasping for peace
misunderstanding presence.

For to know presence is to know God.
For to know God is to know presence.

We can only love
in the now.
Now is the time
to love.

It is love that saves us,
always has been,
always will be.

–J. Brunson

What if?

You are different from me.
Such observation begins within.
Thought often turns into statement.
And if behind the statement, fear,
the consequence on the other,
judgment.

In such judgment
is tragedy twofold:
Violence, in the direction
of the other, projected.
Violence, in the direction
of one’s self, absorbed.

Allowing such violence,
projected and absorbed,
one spreads yet another layer
over the blindness
continuing to separate us
one from another.

But, what if …

We are different; Yes!
In such exclamation,
might our eyes open
to see,
not so much, difference,
but the uniqueness
yours
mine
and the fresh oneness
created
each time
we choose to see?

–J. Brunson

A Heart of Wonder

Stillness,
how necessary
for our movement
in the world,
time to absorb
blessing, for the sake
of expanding.

To expand is to wonder.
To wonder is to expand.
Trueness pondered,
voice amplified,
expectations released
into the flow.

We spread, not to cover
nor overshadow.
But self to decrease
and Trueness to increase;
we then
feel the rhythm
hear the middle melody
see the impact,
and know oneness
in the experience.

Experience
places memory pins
on the track of my journey,
tying together
the privilege I’ve known
through the Spirits
encountered.

Oneness, a reality
difficult to grasp
without the strength
of Love.

But oneness, like it or not,
was ordained, at the beginning,
at the foundation,
at the source
of the flow.

–J. Brunson

The View from Here

It is what it is,
a reality, that can only be
forgiven.

And in the forgiving
one is delivered,
invariably graced,
into one’s own walk.

A desire inherent, deep within,
seeded with purpose
in the ground of Trueness,
must be encouraged
toward its intention, steadily.

And in the steadiness
of encouragement,
internally and externally,
one can hold, together
what is good, what is right,
and release voice
into the experience
of everything.

Now, one knows
by experience.
Now, one sees
through experience.

And at the pinnacle
of what is,
the view,
sweetness.

–J. Brunson