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| Hey, thought I might share this poem by Ethel Pochocki with you all. Every occasion I read it, I'm smiling by the end. =)
Celestial Favor
last night,
I asked God
for an answer,
a sign of approval
that my step was sure,
my intent pure,
anything would do,
I said
this morning,
there is a chicken
at the winter feeder
on the railing of the deck,
a plump white chicken
of dazed demeanor,
holding her own
amidst the jays
and mourning doves
squabbling and feasting
in the twelve-below freeze
what farm is missing her,
I wonder,
what providence blew her here?
she roosts atop the feeder
like a feathered weathervane,
cocks her head at me
as I stare in disbelief,
“You called?” she asks
I know God sends
the portents we crave
in our neediness,
each with meaning
for the one disposed --
a flurry of doves,
the whisper of an angel,
bedside visits from the Little Flower
or St. Anthony, glowing in the dark,
God himself,
to a holy few
to me he sends a chicken,
a befuddled chicken,
who, like me, suffers
a deficiency of direction.
I deduce I am dealing
with a prankster. |
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| : :my plea for help: :
AHHHHH, getting my ass kicked by Computer Science, History, and Chemistry all at once! It seems my easiest courses decided that English shouldn't shoulder the burden of keeping me humble alone. If you have the chem labs, AIM me at katarnandors and I will cherish you forevermore! |
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