Stony Point Reflections
Warm welcome.
Gracious hospitality.
Sense of family.
Rick, MaryAnn, more names and faces.
Luke’s parents? Welcome! Love him!
Greenhouse gardens.
Empty beds all lined up like a dormitory
With covers not quite fluffy.
Need more blankets. More dirt.
Matthew with garden hat.
Sensitive. Enthusiastic.
Putting his plants to bed,
A parental protection from the cold.
Shovels, rakes, wheelbarrows,
Two left gloves.
A mountain of soil, rich and fertile.
Dig, lift, move, spread.
Over and over.
Teamwork. Good work. Satisfying work.
Candy wrappers.
Bubble gum.
Bits of balloon and string.
Mingling with the fallen leaves of red and gold,
Oak, maple, and needles of pine.
Hidden but out of place.
Marring the landscape.
Piece by piece removal.
Back to nature.
Evidence of childish exuberance erased
Preparation for new welcomes.
Paintings of peace.
Brushstrokes of love, justice, and freedom.
On loan to inspire and promote.
Time to return to the generous donor,
Time to be wrapped in the woolen blanket
And readied for the trip home to the big city.
Simple work. Easy work.
But necessary for the life of the center.
Thank yous. Appreciation.
Greek dinner. Feta and souvlaki;
Hummus, Moussaka and Spanakovpita.
Friends, family, freedom flick.
Discuss, debate, and remember.
Pigs and peppers,
Arbor and labyrinth,
Chapel window, devotions, and song.
Leafy orange, barren branch.
Peace. Freedom. Justice.
Sari, Hijaab, or Kosher.
Black, white, ONE.
Stony Point images.
Stony Point memories.