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After the storm...

Nigel W.D. Mumford+

Awoken by the dog

I went outside to join him.

The morning chorus was is in full voice.

One bird repeating his joy over and over again.

Crows in the distance chatting to each other.

A bumble bee flying from one flower to another

Gathering her pollen.

Choosing some flowers,

Inspecting others.

A trio of humming birds fly by so fast

Two fly off

One, went to the wrong indent of our house

Looking for the hanging feeder

That wasn't there.

He flew off...

The wind now calm

The sky now blue

The anger of the storm past

Evidence left on the ground

More cleaning up to do

Grateful that the storms gift

Is not too bad.

I look up and begin my morning prayer.

Come back humming bird, try the other indent...

Heaven and earth sing.

Now the dawn chorus is taken over by the

Song of the chainsaw...

The storm is past.

All is well.


Healing Grace and Peace be with you, Fr. Nigel+


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