Winter Wind

 
March
still gray and raw 
the path I take devoid
of foliage; 
like a war zone;
trunks strewn in all directions;
trees uprooted and snapped off by recent nor’easters.
 
I strain to find a pretty moss or some isolated
patch of beauty.
The choas of the woods mirrors the restlessness 
I feel inside. 
 
I am tired of winter. I long for mornings filled with bird song,
and evenings with peepers.
Winter has whittled my world down into sameness.
My thoughts have gone gray.
 
And then on Saturday, at Evensong
The warmth of candlelight, the harmony of sound,
I sit immersed in a Magnificat
of song sweet
God moving then
and now.
 
I have been adopted
into a family
by a radical love;
love being such an over-used word
perhaps affection a more appropriate term;
 
Yes, with affection
which like a great nor’easter
has swept away the winter of my life
and given me permission to lift my hands in reply;
Abba, Father.
 
2010 11 29 Path
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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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