Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Friday, May 3, 2013

It looked like Uncle Charles was on cloud duty today...

I can just imagine him in the dark room of heaven, perfectly developing the skyline for me. I know Jayne will see this cloud better if it is turned just so. I imagine. I didn't see the coffee clatch of angels over the pond this morning as I passed to carry my little fellows to their assigned duties today. I can no longer amuse them at the beauty of the works of God around them in creation. They are getting too grown to imagine the angels of condensation and evaporation, as I put it to them when they are young. That is puff the magic dragon for me. Just mommy's with whom God's mystic sweet communion becomes passe' all too soon for it to be communicated to their young'uns and the darkling world that steals and kills and destroys the dreams of true faith in the hearts of the children of the godly. God's Holy Spirit is the victor, whether mother lives to tell the children or dies in the conflict.
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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09