I didn’t notice at first.
I made my morning coffee,
sat down at the table to write.
Then the cat mewed and scratched at the screen
and I saw it.
Pots over, crashed, spilled out,
a mess on the back porch.
The screen door ripped open.
I went out to right the pot and scoop
dirt back into it
and touched the scat.
This disaster was not cat
It was raccoon. Obviously, the hellion got in,
but couldn’t get out,
until he did.
I took a walk
in the cool morning breeze,
saw the blooming pollinators,
listened to the birds, and
collected 14 species on the Merlin app
while I watched the sun rise in the east, pink and yellow.
My morning prayer included Gaza and Kate,
all those in any grief or trouble,
then turns to gratitude for my abundance.
Life ain’t no crystal stair.
There is darkness,
a full moon,
and the valley of the shadow of death.
The darkest dark brings out the brightest light.
We gathered outside the church
to sing Hallelujah to begin
the march to the cross.
We find a way to physically see more clearly
that this path of life can
help us see the darkness, feel the anger, the threat
to our happiness, and just as swiftly,
lead us to sacred light.
I’m wishing you a most holy week.
Reflections on the Teche 