Summer’s children rush again outside

To play before the sun has spent its light;

Suppers done. A chain of fireflies,

They dazzle down the walk, voices ring.

Small bells unstrung; they tumble down

In a heap of song, voices mingled.

No angels choir such music ever know

As children make, between twilight and dark.

Lee McMahon

Turtles On A Table

One of the metaphors for ministry I have had for years is a round table covered with small turtles. My job is to keep them from falling off so I run around the table as fast as I can trying to keep the turtles from falling off. This is an image of exhaustion and futility. The answer to this nightmare is to have help around the table.