I Don’t Multi-Task (too well!)

Now I could have titled today’s post “OOOOPS!”, but that might have raised a few eyebrows. Suffice it to say that yesterday’s title was meant for today and I have no great excuse, except I started out to post today’s poem yesterday and thought better of it I edited carefully, reviewing all the grammar and spacing, but forgot the headlines! Yikes! Anyway, thank you for my friends and here is the actual, “He Wrote in the Dust” I hope these simple verses may be a blessing in some small way in your life, and let’s take it as Jesus told us, just one day at a time!

He Wrote in the Dust

This they said, tempting him, that they might have to accuse him. But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not. John 8:6 KJV

They brought her to Jesus, this woman of sin
But the Teacher bent low and without a sound
Knowing they hoped for a way to trap Him
He wrote with His finger in the dust on the ground

Using hands that had made on creation’s sixth day
A man in His image before sin without death
Breathing His life in a vessel of clay
As creation stood wondering man took His first breath

Then as they continued their self-righteous cries
Jesus stood up and spoke boldly to them
“Let him cast the stone who is without sin
Then he bent and he wrote in the dirt once again

As the woman stood trembling never hoping for grace
She braced for the pain while covering her face
Instead, she heard footsteps walking away
Then alone with the Savior she heard a voice say

“Where are your accusers? Has no one condemned?”
“Jesus quietly asked as He stood up again
“And neither do I,” Jesus told her and then
"Turn away from your sins, let a new life begin."


“He Wrote in the Dust”
By Peter Caligiuri
Copyright © 2025 all rights reserved


He Wrote in the Dust

Lately I’ve been wishing we had a quiet cottage in the woods, or a cabin by the lake. I wanted to get away, clear my heart and mind and have my own personal religious retreat. But then I recalled, there aren’t any quiet woods nearby and we can’t afford a cabin on a lake. (They have too many mosquitos and alligators around here in Florida anyway!) Then I pulled out my Strong’s Concordance and began looking up the word refuge, and the first verse I came across was, “The Eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” Deuteronomy 33:27 a

The thought of those everlasting…never tiring… never failing arms, gave me hope because God was already with me and with our family. In the middle of our busyness and bills, right in the center of the confusion, the demands, the doctor’s appointments and silly arguments. He is our religious retreat, and underneath us all are His eternal arms.

Next, I came to Psalm 46:1 and found that God is our refuge and strength, not in quiet times, not in successful moments, but when we are in trouble, facing questions, and feeling as if we can’t go on. God isn’t surprised by our struggles, nor shocked by the events that swirl around us. Though evil is in our world, its destructiveness is never our Lord’s will, but God uses even the terrible things that happen to work His plan. He opens for us a doorway into His refuge, so that when the enemy comes in like a flood, that we can find that God Himself is our refuge: safer than any cabin in the woods and more wonderful than any lake house ever was. He is our friend sticking closer than a brother and a Father who holds us in HIs arms in times of trouble!


Our Garden Waves Good-bye!


While Tomatoes bow their frost tipped brows
Mrs. Broccoli gently smiles
Old Green Bean starts to shed his leaves
And Zucchini sleeps in piles
The Corn folks stiffly shake their stalks
And the Pumpkins wait for pie
Hot Peppers dream of summer walks
As our Garden waves good-bye