Pebble Debts

Poetry Monday

Feeling a bit pensive today,  being away from family and having time to ponder...

Yes, I stood there with the crowd,

And yes, I joined their actions,

But mine were not as bad as theirs

They were but just a fraction!

I did not throw the biggest stone,

When stones were being tossed.

T'was not my stone that caused most pain, 

Could I, like them, be lost?

The rocks they threw were great, and were

With great precision met,

Mine was just a pebble, true,

Should I receive their debt?

Theirs, they cast with all their might,

Mine, with little force.

If greater strength means greater wrong,

Am I truly on their course?

When sins are being weighed at last

And punishments are laid,

Will the Lord request a smaller due

When my 'pebble' debt is paid?

Zip over to Delores at Mumblings

And

Jenny at The Procrastinating Donkey 

And see what their Monday is like!

Me, I'm still rambling with my Husby and our friends. In the South of France now and heading toward Switzerland. Loving this!

The First Explore

Four little travelers on their first explore

Bags packed and loaded, they close the front door.

They wave a good-bye to their cozy home nest,

And brimming with eagerness, start on their quest.

The first leg is easy, just hop on the plane,

They listen intently as things are explained,

They try very hard to do all they’ve been told,

Keeping seatbelts all fastened and hand luggage stowed.

They eat what they’re given and smile as they do,

Pack everything neatly and bid it adieu.

They smile and are pleasant to everyone there,

All the pilots, attendants and peeps in the chairs.

The flight is so smooth and they’ve had so much fun,

They’re really surprised to discover: it’s done!

They gather belongings and check once and twice,

Then follow the others toward paradise.

Now you have to know all of them really prepared,

They read the brochures and their info, they shared,

They knew they were set for this little explore,

They were ready for all on this thrilling new shore.

There’s just one little thing that they hadn’t expected,

An aspect, for them, that’d gone quite undetected.

They knew all the culture and customs and facts,

Could look up the ‘places to see’, just like that.

But this one little thing they’d forgotten, for sure.

Something that wasn’t in any brochure,

This something gave those English speakers  a wrench,

In France, did you know, all French people  speak French?!

It’s Poetry Monday.

In France!

Hop over to Delores and Jenny and see what their Monday is like!