A Card for Sunday Morning
A Card for Sunday Morning
By Davey Lee George
(C) 2001 All Rights Reserved
The sun has been up for about two hours now and is glinting on the hills and valleys
that were covered by snow last night. Deep drifts lie along fences and and the lee of the barn and other buildings. Each tree of the old orchard is embossed by lovely billows of white, fluffy powder, and as the sun touches them, one by one in its parade down the slope, each sparkles and glitters with a hundred thousand tiny diamonds.
As the sunlight falls on the windows of the house patterned frost goes once more
into a choreographed dazzlement of flitting lines and traces as if by a magic, unseen brush. The handle of the pump is as though it were reaching to the sun, in its upright stance. On it the snow gives a picture of heavy muscling as if it were in the process of working on its own. Below it the box holds a mound of fresh snow that looks for all the world like a huge scoop of ice cream.
Across the meadow, now a marvelous landscape of soft ghostly apparitions of different sizes, the trees of the forest stand tall against the lovely blue sky. They are a study of colors with their bluish shades, all laden by white against the backdrop of the azure of the horizon.
Now, looking closely at the nearby ground one can see the tiny footprints of birds who are on the lookout for anything they can find to feed themselves. Here is where one has jostled the snow away under a small bush. It may have been its sleeping place during the nighttime storm, or it could be only where it has scraped away to the ground below. Over by the kitchen door there are several black birds, a cardinal and many small sparrows that have come for the feast of bread crumbs thrown out to them at the very crack of dawn. There is a marvelous person inside the house … one who cares for all things and who sees to the welfare of God’s creatures when she can. She thinks they belong to her and it is her cherished privilege to take care of their needs.
I belong to her, too.
