I'm a poet that just happens to write in a forest. Today I was greeted by a whitetail deer. We looked at each other and said nothing. Instantly I was given a message. Christians are no different then what happened between the deer and I. Separate journeys with a single line of energy and or leadership but feeling no need to talk about what the preacher delivered this past Sunday. Just standing there looking at each other in a forest of life. I chose to write about it because it makes me wonder if its a he said she said situation. What we learn each Sunday is the point of view of the person in the pit and not necessarily the belief of all people. And yet it came from the same book. Did God make us to be silent? In a weird way I say yes. He's given us the power of choice. To talk about it or walk on without a whisper of appreciation for those that take the time each Sunday to pour their energy onto a group of people called to sit in those chairs.