day's work and night games

Psalm 90:1 "LORD, in all generations, you have been our HOME"

it really is such a rush to see a whole hall full
of massive linen bags and trunks and boxes and piles
of clothes, shoes, clocks, lamps, pillows, sports accessories,
whatever the dorm students leave behind at the end of the year

and start to sort it out,
pick out the pairs of shoes and line them up,
stack clothes on different tables according to some system
of types and genders and sizes
so that in a few days all of the school workers
(the ones who sweep the grounds, who dust the desks, who mop the floors, who fix the generators and pumps and wires and roofs, who cook and serve the food, who drive the buses, who clean the toilets and sinks and showers, who set up the sports equipment, who collect the garbage, who really make the school run smoothly)
will be able to come in and pick up their five free items
before we send the rest to Goodwill and Corsock and other local charities

so. much. stuff.

and then to come back to campus in the evening,
hang around flag green while the group gathers for the night games
ready? set, run around in the dark
trying to make it back to the flag pole before getting caught
strange to be the oldest, but the one least familiar with the game...
means i've been gone too long, but easy enough to settle right in,
especially when we sing in church:

"it only takes a spark to get a fire going,
and soon all those around can warm up in its glowing
that's how it is with God's love, once you've experienced it
you spread his love to everyone, you want to pass it on

what a wondrous time is spring, when all the trees are budding
the birds begin to sing, the flowers start their blooming
that's how it is with God's love, once you experience it
you want to sing, it's fresh like spring, you want to pass it on

i wish for you, my friend, this happiness that i've found
you can depend on him, it matters not where you're bound
i'll shout it from the mountaintop (hey world!) i want my world to know
the Lord of love has come to me, i want to pass it on"

(otherwise known as the Arson Song)

ending the evening with a silly-dance in the middle of Seven Roads,
standing on top of the little dinky traffic island
with whitewashed rocks sticking out of the round cement structure,
illegal water trucks rumbling through the intersection,
a few drunken tourists stumbling to their hotels
and a group of kodai staff kids reluctant to go home at midnight
coz we have to say goodbye to one who is leaving the next morning

just a normal day and night
here
in my temporary home
just another reason to store
treasure in heaven, instead