About the middle of the feast Jesus went up into the temple and began teaching. The Jews therefore marveled, saying, “How is it that this man has learning, when he has never studied?” So Jesus answered them, “My teaching is not mine, but his who sent me. If anyone's will is to do God's will, he will know whether the teaching is from God or whether I am speaking on my own authority. The one who speaks on his own authority seeks his own glory; but the one who seeks the glory of him who sent him is true, and in him there is no falsehood." John 7:14-18
All these years and now no little hands
no little voices whining and laughing
calling friends about teachers and sneakers
anger about wardrobes, uniforms and backpacks.
All this time training and studying raising
bright children, brilliant women
gifts to the world.
The routine is silences and yet lured
by signs and season the need for pencils
paper and order aches within me
like a deep, gnawing hunger.
The light has changed and the mornings sing
of returning and learning more
signs are everywhere that a new lesson
a new learning, a new method is on the horizon
I must go seeking this new way.
Might we all be students eager and anxious
open to learning the language of God
while we, who no longer wait a bus stops, might
find our selves students again of heart
and soul, compassion maybe and
the songs of Creation and the Creator's hold.
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