I do not know what will grow, whether
the markets will bustle with plenty,
or if the barometer’s fall will pressure
them into silence ahead of the storm;
I know that this morning a child
said her father’s name for the first time,
and another broke her mother’s heart,
while in between, the fierce starlings fought
over tiny seeds fallen from the feeder
that you had hung out for the sparrows.
About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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This was very lovely! Can’t wait for more 🙂