Today is one gorgeous, titillating morning, April 17th. Here I sit at the dining room table, preoccupied, as I sort out my nightmare of medications, some new, some to be weaned, and all very confusing. I drop the round and oblong, the blue, white, yellow, and peach colored tablets into the correct slots for the next 24 hours, not feeling very chipper.
I didn’t sleep a wink last night due to side effects from a new medication. The ice pack across my thigh is giving me the chills. Pat had opened the deck door; along with the window before me, our home is swiftly agape to the world outside. It’s about time I noticed the plush green of the lawns, and exuberant songbirds’ competing with one another for airtime. “Wreet wreet choo choo choo!”
Buds have been bobbing across my sight, already lime green and intricately formed, alive on our ash and red maples, soon to burst into cascades of colorful leaves, there where mother robin has already built her family abode. There, where our granddaughter Ally bursts in and out of filigree shadows, playing the most charming make-believe, too intimate to eavesdrop on...too tender not to.
I shuffle over to the end table to retrieve “50 Common Birds of the Upper Midwest,” compiled and written by my dear friend Nancy Overcott. It brings the outdoors to me. Our recent lunch together, which always turns into a leisurely gab session and an ice cream treat, was a cheery respite from my needling health problems. As I finally settled into the outskirts of the bustling comings and goings of our normally quiet Lewiston neighborhood, while it suddenly came alive with the transition of the seasons, I remembered an e-mail I ‘d copied to ponder over when I felt better. Maybe now! I received it from cousin Harold Wollin, from Germantown, Maryland. It’s far too pertinent and poignant to keep to myself. Savor!
“Thought you might enjoy this interesting prayer given in Kansas at the opening of their Senate. It seems prayer still upsets some people. When Minister Joe Wright was asked to open the new session of the Kansas Senate, everyone was expecting the usual generalities, but this is what they heard”:
Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance. We know Your Word says, ‘Woe to those who call evil good,’ but that is exactly what we have done.
We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values.
We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.
We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.
We have killed our unborn and called it choice.
We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.
We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self-esteem.
We have abused power and called it politics.
We have coveted our neighbor’s possessions and called it ambition.
We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.
We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.
Search us, oh God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free. Amen.
Though a number of legislatures walked out in protest of the prayer, Rev. Wright’s Central Christian Church logged more than 5,000 phone calls, with only 47 of those calls responding negatively. The church is now receiving international requests for copies of this prayer from India, Africa, and Korea!
I run my fingers over a hairy leaf of my African violet, with its purple undersides.
I spot the many tiny flower buds begging for a chance at life...and how fleeting life is!
As I satisfy another pill time, a Bible verse mocks me, “Oh, yea of little faith!” Medicines don’t heal all ailments. Spring arrives in full force to do the rest. It’s going to be a bounteous season!
Janet Burns wishes all of you a spring abundant with well-being and spiritual guidance. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.