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The Raid

It looked like a crow was raiding a robin’s nest in the big plum-tree at the end of the yard.  All the robins and chickadees were stirred up flapping and shrieking. It’s gone now.  What damage did it do?

World events and ones closer to home keep me thinking of injustice.  The powerful rule the weak. The unjust prey on those they can trample and oppress. Guns can be had easily by young mad men bent on destruction leaving beloved ones dead in the street. Who will stop this lunacy? How many have to say enough is enough?

The inexpensive jam I bought got to me yesterday.  I normally read the labels, but it was late and I was in a hurry.  Why are companies still making jam with high fructose corn syrup?  I know it must be the cheapest way, the biggest profit margin to be gained.  In the meantime, the rich get richer and the poor get fatter and sicker.

The crow came back.  Was it for another mouthful? When will enough be enough? What can one person do?  I can’t climb that tree and keep shooing away the crow today or everyday.  How do I live in this perplexing world where there is still so much beauty, yet evil runs rampant?

I read today: “Evil may still be a four letter word, but so, thank God,  is love.” (Evil and the Justice of God, N.T. Wright)

I am reminded of the holy words:  “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”  (Romans 12:21) It does no one any good for me to despair, in other words be overcome by evil. It does many much good if I continue to do good and continue to hope. The choice is there, harder on some days than others.

 

© 2014 Julie Clark

 

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Crows

Today was about crows

First a whole flock a-squawking

With one bull frog keeping the beat

Then a lone fellow on a barren tree

Silhouetted by the snow-capped

Olympic Mountains across the Puget Sound

Beauty spoke

And Beauty called my name

I stopped and watched

Then later the message came

Alone and barren of soul at times

With impossible seas and mountains to cross

Yet, I have wings

I can fly

I am not unprepared for this journey

Still, no rushing these things

Study the contours of the wind and waves

Measure the height of the mountains

Search for the probable passes

Wonder at the depths of the sea

Take off when I am ready

Or not

Stay awhile longer

In the cozy, comfortable clan

Of squawking kin.

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

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