President’s Day

An early evening stroll

Cloudy out but we can see that spring is making its way

We talked of kayaks, friends, overbooked weekends

Dinner, what we’ll eat

The things we’ll never let our kids say

Our shoes hit the sidewalk from the street

Whhoooossshhh!

A group of blackbirds takes off

A patch of green grass in their wake

Where are they off to

It made me think

We pass by your parents’ house where you replaced the roof 10 years ago

Whoooosssshhhh went the time

To where, we don’t know

Maybe it followed the birds or they followed it

Either way, it’s spent

Buds are forming on the trees

Where just yesterday the wind blew

And it lost its leaves

I’m thinking about all of our plans

Too caught up in the future to take the present in

Am I meeting life’s demands

I think about the Lord

Jesus said to look at the birds

They don’t toil or gather

They don’t hoard

They are satisfied

Not shook

On this thought I rest my mind

Whooosssshhh

The black birds touch down

I look