The Hole

Deep, dark, disparaging hole,
Lying, splintered, fragmented soul.
 

Dirty, cold, hidden from light,
Pounding, aching, vicious, the plight.

Heaviness, loneliness, no key for the lock,
The second hand speeds, tic-toc it does mock.

Shivering, shaking, weakened by tears,
Grasping, pleading, to God who hears,

Boundless love would the heart cheer,
Unable to feel yet still  holding dear,
The promise.

Baby Moving Day

It's amazing the things you see when you sit quietly outside watching and listening.  Don't be fooled by the silence....it doesn't mean that NOTHING is going on.

Yesterday I was sitting outside..studying and listening...well, maybe doing more listening than studying. BECAUSE..... stealthy as she was, I still heard her:

What's so amazing about a squirrel?  This is a mother squirrel with a MOUTHFUL of baby!

Momma squirrel is trying to move her 'babies' from one tree to another and having a bit of difficulty as her babies aren't so little anymore.

Moving big babies is hot, tiring work so Momma takes a break on a shaded driveway to cool down a little:

Then she brings the second one, also large, which she has to whip through the air to try to get a better grasp on it:

As I watched I thought two things:  Creation is incredible and...please, don't use The "Sandbox" !