Thursday, March 19
Psalm 95:1-2, 6-9. Come, let us sing joyfully to God; cry out to the rock of our salvation. Let us greet God with a song of praise, joyfully sing out our psalms.
| I
tried to cross the street mid-block. But always another car came, each at
intervals precisely timed to prevent a sufficient gap. I stepped off the curb,
hesitated, stood still. The cars sped towards me, lights on in the daytime,
though it would soon be dark, with yet another one behind, and the next one,
next, the motion incontrovertible, the hopeful space and then the metal body
racing towards me, flowing, halting me, while moving on. Perhaps that same day, or maybe a month later, I saw a yellow bird in the woods by Mazzuchelli. The warblers had come north at last. One flew across the path above me, then another, a rhythmic flutter and the next came, a flash in the leaves, another, the next, one after another, bird, bird, bird. - Angela Woodward, Writing Specialist, Writing Center |