August heat with flies and bees as the world seemed too loud to overcome. No space, fast pace and so many requirements to be allowed into the circle of love for garden parties. A child sat in the window seat overlooking to deeper woods. No storms today but a heat born anger sparked conversations seeking revenge and glory. Nothing good would come of those seeking quiet this afternoon.

They raged with clenched teeth and sweaty fists balled up like swelled wrinkled balloons. Arguing over the next important nothing just to say that they’d attended and won points within the bracket. It was hard to reckon that this was family often referred to in reference to Christ’s Body and all they could do with joyous position was fuss about this and yammer about that as if two drunken roommates contesting over the last warm beer.

No one’s girlfriend was slighted no one’s Mother offended just arguing about doctrine that stood written in the Good Book way before they’d ever shared their first breath, thought or step. Both so sorry for lacking compassion yet the thought of losing a contest in front of the gang was infinitely less pleasing. During the brief repose the young boy turned to see when they weren’t looking.

Did they know that Christ was among? Did they remember the part about wherever two or three were gathered, No, certainly not just as with the Apostles while Jesus listened they argued about which of them was superior in the hierarchy of God. Forgotten they were all just servants and somehow that should be enough for those serving their Adopted Father in the Coming of His Eternal Kingdom.