This is the meadow by my house
I can’t pass by and not think of you
Nothing happened there to remind me of you
Of any of you
Your home wasn’t nearby
We never sat there together, brushing mosquitoes away in the summer
We never had dinner at the cafe across the street
We never drove the ribbon of road past its tall grasses
But it always takes me back to you
You are always with me
You exist as part of me, inextricable
No matter how far away I run, who I turn to
Where I go or what I do
How many stones I turn
You are always with me
–The Gospel of St. Thomas, author unknown
Beautiful Poetry
The Gospel of Thomas speaks Jesus’ truth to knowedge of self and our inner light. Its an amazing text for what’s been translated/released. I enjoyed this poem, good stuff!
Yeah and I can’t tell you how many times we brush away those darn mosquitoes here in the H!:)