Saturday, March 23, 2013

Morning has broken, like a new morning

I slept in this morning.  My brain needed time to work through whatever is bothering it.

It is spring, but the rain outside indicates it is not wise to do yard work.  I will water the new flower in the shade under the mailbox, and perhaps shop for more later.

We view sun as a blessing almost unreservedly.  Rain less so.  Yet God sends both to nourish the earth.

I have serious things to do in this last week of March, but I thought I needed to wake up my mind.  I turned to a stack of unread magazines and books.

As Catholics, we name the Hebrew and Christian scriptures gathered in the Bible the word of God.  Sometimes we hear him elsewhere.  Both are blessings.

This morning it was "Regime Change" Cw2013Mar22 - a quintet.  Some lancing the boils of the past and present (the confused media reaction to the resignation of the cat loving Rottweiler), others praying hope for the future.

I look forward to the next concert featuring the recently revised "How do you solve a problem like Francis?"

In the meantime I will settle for:

I saw raindrops on my window.
Joy is like the rain.
Laughter runs across my pain.
Slips away and comes again.
Joy is like the rain.

I saw clouds upon a mountain.
Joy is like a cloud;
sometimes silver, sometimes gray,
Always sun not far away.
Joy is like a cloud.

I saw Christ in wind and thunder,
Joy is tried by storm.
Christ asleep within my boat,
whipped by wind, yet still afloat.
Joy is tried by storm.

I saw raindrops on the river
Joy is like the rain.
Bit by bit the river grows,
Till at once it overflows.
Joy is like the rain.

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