The Food We Need

by Blue Heron

A chickadee sits on the back of the metal feeder
waiting his turn.
I think he must feel the vibrations 
when a large bird leaves,
and he makes haste to shoot around the corner 
and snatch a sunflower seed
before the next 747 Bluejay comes in for a landing.
 
Similarly, 
I stand in the Communion line unspoken
moving toward the steps of the Altar
where two lines merge;
after you, no after you; but you are older
and I yield to some unspoken rule of seniority.
The subtle adjustments we make 
as we weave in and out 
to receive the food we so desperately need.
 
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About Blue Heron

My wife and I became members of the Community in 1975. We had come to the Community prior to that time on various retreats from our church in Connecticut. I landed an elementary teaching career in 1976 and taught in that same school until 1999. We raised two sons (now married) who are both now professed members of the Community. We have three grandchildren and three granddogs. I continue to work in the public school teaching science on a part time basis, and also serve as advisor and part time teacher for a group of parents who homeschool in the Community. My wife works as a dental assistant. Life in the Community has expanded my borders far beyond what I would have imagined. Over the years I have sung with the choir, participated in Gregorian Chant, served as chalice bearer, made stained glass, been part of a writing group, built sets for Gilbert and Sullivan productions and sung in them. The list goes on. I cannot think of a better environment to raise a child. And I cannot think of any place that would have challenged more, and kept me moving forward as a Christian father and husband. I have been over my head and lifted above the waters. I am looking back in gratitude, and forward in hope.

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