A wild chap was he

walking slowly through the wood

eyes grabbing each movement of leaves

the dance of trees, the swaying wind

He was a wild thing the land reclaimed

for ev'ry ant and twittering bird

entertained his curious glance

His was no rush past nothin'

No insignificance dodged his sight

for ev'ry piece of life be there

a presence like God in hiding

covered neath clods of green

Just an old man they thought

strolling through the park

an almost dead somebody

or nobody meaningful to watch

But there in his eyes shone wonder

and his heart beat life's excitement

walking slowly through the wood

watching expectantly for life

*Reflections of Alan Jones:

  -While I do not want to reduce Jesus Christ to a mere paradigm, he is at least that for me.  He is the means by which I interpret myself and my experience....Jesus is God's Word to me about myself.

  -In Christ, nothing has to be left out, or sanitized.

  -The two great characteristics of the desert believer are joy and gratitude.  These are the marks of the converted life.