Today I noticed a blue-jay near my window. When I opened the
blue shear curtain to take a picture, I scared him away…but then noticed a
small field mouse that he had been picking on. It was huddled into a tight ball
until the jay retreated, then he straightened out and trembled furiously.
He hopped a couple of times and fell over often.
I felt such a compassion for the poor creature and wanted to
do something…yet knowing that any interference on my part would not benefit….He
is now sitting still against the wooden border of the house where the butterfly
bush is.
I've no idea where the Jay is now…or why it was picking on
the field mouse in the first place.
I am saddened by my witness of such violence at my peaceful
window this rainy morning...and
once again I am reminded of how all creatures must suffer upon this earth...because of us.
For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.
For the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God.
For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of him who hath subjected the same in hope,
Because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God.
For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.
And not only they, but ourselves also, which have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body.
Romans 8:18-23
Before publishing this post, my attention was once again drawn to the scene outside my window...the little field-mouse was gone, and a curious visitor was investigating the spot where the field mouse was sitting before going about with his own business...
Green Afternoon
The forest trail beckoned to me.



...A silent hooded figure, I moved quietly along the edge of the swamp...with my two companions...The black dogs sniffed out the tracks of deer on the trail...only their prints left upon the lush ground now.


I broke my silence as I walked and said aloud the Lord's prayer...with each step I prayed accompanied only by the sound of wildlife and of the dogs as they bound along the forest path...
The forest trail beckoned to me.
I took a walk through the woods...The cedar boughs still dripping from the morning's rain...everything washed clean and fresh...The smell of the
wet earth was pungent, but pleasant.
...A silent hooded figure, I moved quietly along the edge of the swamp...with my two companions...The black dogs sniffed out the tracks of deer on the trail...only their prints left upon the lush ground now.
I broke my silence as I walked and said aloud the Lord's prayer...with each step I prayed accompanied only by the sound of wildlife and of the dogs as they bound along the forest path...
Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name.
Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth, as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the Kingdom, and the power and the glory for ever. Amen.
After spending some time in quiet meditation, I climbed back up the path leading to the cottage.
Nearing the cottage, I found the body of the tiny field mouse frozen in death.
I picked it up with two branches and placed it atop a soft pile of dead leaves on the hillside beyond the blackberry bushes and cherry tree.~Blessings & Love~
and remember, we are...
~NEVER FORSAKEN~
