Work ~ Study ~ Social Media
Image courtesy of Dragan Ražnatović and to whom all rights are reserved
Posted by Dragan with this verse
Parfois, je m'assois et je pense.
Parfois, je m'assois et je me demande.
D'autres fois, je rêve.
Ma vie est consommé avec épreuves et tribulations.
Mais ma passion ne peut pas être étouffé comme une bougie!Il brûle dans mon âme.
Pour qui est ce qui rend la vie digne d'être vécue.
Which translated, reads so beautifully as:
Sometimes I sit and think.
Sometimes I sit and wonder.
Other times, I dream.
My life is consumed with trials and tribulations.
But my passion can not be smothered like a candle!
It burns in my soul.
For that is what makes life worth living.
And looking at the concentration of the young man,
the first line below came easily to mind, and so I allowed the pen to flow.
I knew not where it would take me,
but meandering through the streets of my mind
I arrived at the inn, and caught sight of sleep
– and so beautiful –
and the pen knew how to bring these lines to a close.
© 2013 KTW
He sat and pondered awhile
Shirtless
In the glow of the desk light only,
The warmth of the summer breeze
upon his back
His heart fluttered at the thought
of all the work he does and shares
through social media,
the beauty he sees each day
alighting the screen
his truly family
his many social media friends
his social media family
his beloved, above all,
a biblical name
a Hebrew name
Yehoshua
Salvation
And most assuredly
his salvation, physical, real
an ambassador
an emissary even.
His heart fluttered
The excitement of contact
through the keyboard.
A man made manifest
merely through typing.
A sensual feel.
And soon his flight
would bring him back home
and to their bed
and as was their want
they sometimes spoke together
with Yeshua by Name
It calmed them and brought shalom again
He marvelled how this love
had come about
only through social media.
He wondered whether
he could cope with all the messages
his own work prompts.
Whether he can answer them all
Whether he will be misread.
Whether he can deal with his studies.
Whether he can work on location
and do that which lecturers
friends, family, and others
expect of him
What would Yehoshua do?
What would Yeshua do?
How would the Ruach guide him?
Was he accidentally misleading?
Were others hurt or distressed because
he had not replied?
Did they understand the pressure he was under
to get things right?
Will friends assume that
posting beautiful images
depicts a life of emptiness,
when the very opposite is true?
He reasoned things out.
He spoke quietly to his uncles
In the hour after midnight
They counselled him well.
Stay true to yourself Dragan
Have no fear.
You are doing right.
And we love you beyond measure.
Do only that which you are capable of doing
Trust in Yehoshua.
Chat things through with him.
Work at all these things with him.
See the greater good you do.
Hear the soft calling of the Spirit
in the second hour before dawn,
and rest awhile.
And when Yehoshua is with you
delight in him, his touch, his feel,
the smoothness of his skin,
the caress,
the warmth of his sweet breath,
upon your lips;
and dive into the waters of his eyes,
those deep dark pools of warmth and delight
that hypnotise you and revitalise you,
that reassure you
and prepare you for the day before you.
Feel the soft feather in your hand
that landed as you walked with him
to the departures lounge;
A brilliant white, the beauty of a quill.
Recall how he picked it up
and playfully kissed your lips
featherlike,
angelic,
as if a thousand wings were beating,
and recall how heavy laden steps
were, in an instant, made light again.
Now sleep awhile.
Dream amazing dreams.
And when you awake,
Put your shoulder to the plough.
Work hard.
And build your lives together.
Reach out to all
in the way that each of you
Knows how best to do.
Do not assume that there is only
one way to communicate.
These exciting days of this
Twenty-first Century
A picture is a thousand words
as never before!
And it is enough to post,
it can be enough to like
and only when you are inspired to write
send a letter.
And if perchance you receive a letter
but cannot yet reply,
just reply in the briefest,
that in time it can be attended to,
ask the writer not to feel hurt
or offended,
or to feel that they should delete
the friendship,
for that is the very last thing
you would have happen.
As he thought these things through
his hand supporting his chin,
his eyes grew tired sitting at his desk
and soon the Ruach’s Hand
passed over the lashes of his eyes
and gently closed them,
blowing the breath of life upon his face
and soothing him,
quieting him,
preparing him,
and strengthening him
for the work He had in mind
for Dragan and Yehoshua
in their lifetime ahead.
15 December 2021
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© 2023 Kenneth Thomas Webb
Written 2013
Last Published 26 February 2020
