Day 17 - March 5, 2018


John 3:8

“The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” John 3:8

“Held by God…like a feather which has no weight from its own strength and lets itself be carried by the wind.” Dr. St. Hildegard of Bingen

The cold days stick around this winter; spring remains a thought, hidden. 

We have had birds, two doves, for years and finally we lost one; found her still, lying in the cage. With tender care my daughter, my mother and I buried her. My daughter prepared a sermon and asked that grandma and I process to the grave site to listen to her words. She said simply that her bird was loved and she would miss her and she hoped Strawberry (the red beta, buried nearby) and her could be friends now. She placed an amethyst geode as the headstone and we all went inside. 

Our gentleman bird still sings a lonely song; his friend often echoed and responded in chorus. Now there is just his song. But the feathers, they fall, in places unexpected, almost hidden. Suddenly I have lifted some thing or other and the feather appears in the air. It stays aloft and takes ease in the float. 

Gracious God your hidden spring awaits; as we look toward that dawn, let us be held by You and may we find ourselves light in our work, lifted by Spirit and comforted by song.
submitted by Trish Dowd Kelne

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