Blue jays, beware

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As I write this, I’m sitting on my patio in the cool of the early morning springtime watching a mommy robin feed squiggly brown disgusting things to the little ones in her nest, which she decided to make in a hanging basket outside my back door.  When I think of what we used to have for our young’uns to eat back in the 80’s (strained peas and carrots???), I guess to each his own.

Now she’s taking a bit of a break, just sitting on the babes keeping them warm.  Not that moms ever really take a break—yep, there she goes again, off to get more disgusting brown squiggly things.

Earlier, we had a little drama.  There must have been another robin invading the nearby territory as mom and/or dad went on the offensive.  There was a brief but Continue reading “Blue jays, beware”

We Are All Wounded

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Here is a beautiful piece by poet Deborah Ann Belka.  Please see her site for more at https://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com.  I love how she articulates that we are all, in some way, dealing with the pain of fallen humanity.  Please leave your comments!  (As always, here’s my disclaimer.)

We Are All Wounded

We are all wounded,
from the battles of life
we all carry with us
scars from the strife.

We have all suffered,
the pain of depression
each of us has felt
the sting of rejection.

We are all wounded,
damaged in some way
we all carry with us
the hurts of yesterday.

We all need healing,
from the harm done
we all need someone
to whom we can run.

We are all wounded,
in need of comforting
we all need Jesus . . .
to ease our suffering!

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Isaiah 51:12

“I, even I, am he
 that comforteth you:”

King James Version
by Public Domain

Copyright 2015
Deborah Ann Belka (used with permission)

https://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com