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Rev, Don Poems & Meanderings

Welcome to Another Edition of Donnie’s Meandering!

               

                I woke at the edge of light on Good Friday, glanced out the window over the meadow. A wall of white flinging itself sideways on a howling south east gale greeted my gaze – Good Friday Blizzard. Four inches of wet snow covered the ground, more to come.

                That is when I had a vision, a memory of yesterdays paddle up over West Stoddart Meadow, a wild, a wild place away from all the stuff going on. In this vision I saw her as she was yesterday though now it would be with this raging blizzard peeling away at her. I remembered a mother goose already sitting her nest. She sat on a hummock, her breast down showing on the edges of the nest. The mother goose picks this down from her breast to line the nest so the eggs can stay warm no matter what may come. In my vision there she sat. yesterday her head was down, tucked in hiding in plain sight. The male stood guard a short distance away. I slid past going out, coming home – avoiding eye contact that would spook them.

                On this Good Friday morning, at first light, a raging blizzard that would continue all day. I woke thinking of her. Her head down, her body unmoving through the night, a long hard blizzard filled day to come. Blasted and pelted by the blizzard she would sit her nest fully exposed. In the harshness of this fierce buffeting she would sit and sit! – because this she could do. This is the vision that woke me on Good Friday morning.

                Our world has become fierce, storm tossed, buffeting us. My prayer is that we find courage and strength to stand our ground and in this time care deeply for those about us, near by and far away. I dream that later this spring I will see goslings on West Stoddart Meadows.

 

                Donnie

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