Rebirth
At the Hummingbird Feeder
John 9:7
Not all Beauty
knows it is beautiful,
and sometimes
e’en wears a mask to hide
what it thinks should
be seen only in disguise.
But God created
Beauty in His image and
likeness, and at the
Pool of Siloam were opened
Beauty’s eyes.
Divine Wisdom
“Thus at last you will find rest in her,
and she will become your joy”
Sirach 6:27-31
Upon a hosta’s
shoulders in gratitude a
daylily rests, and
stretches out without fear
her stalk – no longer
worried about
how anyone would
perceive her face,
gifted by Beauty as she
was at Genesis’ first
glint of Dawn.
Equines
To think, lo aft all
these millennia, they still
patiently await their
Savior’s return, horses, gathered
as they are at the shoreline
of His heavenly carpet,
just as they were at
the Bethlehem stable and
amongst the crowd of
flowing, colorful robes,
when Jesus whispered
His Beatitudes at
the Sermon on the Mount.
There was something
special about Him.
He listened to them, and
when He spoke, even
at ease were placed the
wildest tides. And
so now they wait…At first
they thought His
Second Coming would
be imminent, but that was
before they realized
He was not bound by simple
space and time. The
sand grains gave testament
and final clues to this –
once finest, granite rock they
incredibly stood, sheer
slabs of almighty might, but now
in their humbleness
reduced to infinitesimal
specks…content to be imprinted
on the bottoms of each
horse’s hooves.
Emptying
(John 2:1-11)
At the Wedding Feast of
Cana I am, traversing there in my
mind, watching, observing
all the joyous people, no longer
limited by space and time,
lingering in the background
at the periphery of all the guests,
not hoping for my stone
water jar to be filled, but rather
the intercession of the
Blessed Mother with her Son,
to have the vessel be
emptied of its useless fear
and despair.
John 11:35
("Jesus Wept")
All the people whom
Jesus helped – the little people,
the poor, the outcasts,
the marginalized, almost all of
whom are unknown and
unreferenced in the Gospels, those
people, these people,
became like drops of moisture
in the quiet, sweet waters
of the 23rd Psalm.
In their anonymity, they
assumed their place
in the community of saints,
and outward they
rippled over all of Palestine,
shouting hosannas in
the present tense of “I AM”
rhyme.