Thursday, March 1, 2012


Thursday of the First Week of Lent

Jesus said to his disciples, ‘Ask, and it will be given to you; search, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you. For the one who asks always receives; the one who searches always finds; the one who knocks will always have the door opened to him.

Matthew 7:7-8                             


The birds at the feeder this morning were so loud in all the riotous dawn.   The Robins are back and feasting on the holly berries outside my window.  They are a lovely intricacy hopping. Their rusty-orange breasts, the color of the parched oak leaves, against the scarlet holly and greening lawn as if a painting took flight.  They pluck and gorge berries like winged apple pickers.  The Lord always taking care of the birds of the air.  To have faith like these small robins coming into the thick winter for spring; the finely tuned promptings and design of their lives and flight like our deep, innate navigation towards God.  They come and go out of the tangled curtains of the trees, a round-bellied facing into the wind from their perch of branches on late winter’s stage.  Oh, spring birds arriving in all this frozen realm and such a huge flock.  They come and they go like ripe thoughts against a deep blue slumbering.  Their bright singing like the Holy Spirit calling; like my soul for the Lord offering Himself for us, the famished, in our wild countries buried in the piling snows of self.

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