I saw a robin, the first one this year that I
have seen. It was hiding under a spruce tree from the rain. Looking in the bit
of grass looking for a morsel, some crumb. And wondering, "where did this snow
come from?" No song came from his mouth - maybe muted by the change that
brought all this snow. And as the dog and I approached, he would hop from
grassy spot under a spruce tree to the next spot under the adjacent tree, until
he was hid behind a grassy hummock in a sea of slushy fading snow. I hoped he
found a meal in that place. The rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and
watereth the earth, …that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the
eater. (Isaiah 55:10) -
The gospel of the day, Mark 7:24-30 - even
the dogs eat the crumbs off the ground under the table"
I was thinking about how these words, spoken
by a woman to Jesus, moves him to act, and I was thinking about how we are
supposed to be the crown of creation…, whatever that means, but I feel
something seeing that robin in the snow - I wonder how my life has put him
there, or am I just like him, there in the snow, trying to find something on
this cool rainy morning - -I hope he finds crumbs.
