poem – Wandering and Wondering

A Spring Squall in New England

By Dawn M. Adams

The wind dances through the falling snow, which twinkles and shimmers

as it lay itself upon the ground –

each flake bent over like a ballerina folded and waiting for the next note to spring to life.

The bluster rattles the windows and threatens to draw us back into winter,

but the crocus and the Lenten rose stand defiantly against the onslaught.

Tomorrow the sun will melt away the snow

and the winds will subside.

Locals will go out without a coat and claim,

“Spring is here!”

written during a spring squall April 2025

And the beat goes on . . .

Here is a poem inspired by yesterday’s poem.

The Sunset

As the pink and blues morph and move,

I think of all who have stopped to watch the sky before me.

I think of all that will come after this night

and all my nights.

I think of all who are in this moment looking up to see God’s glorious artistry.

I think of Ahs and Ohhs and Ooooohs.

I think of the silent watching that stills the soul

and the movement which happens so subtly it’s barely perceptible

until the vision has somehow vanishes before our eyes.

And I think of those who never thought to look

or saw but were not caught up by the beauty.

I weep for those who do not see the wonder in a setting sun

and think that they must go to a museum to see a masterpiece.

May all who breathe be awed by the everchanging and fleeting artistry of God.

The Title & An Offering

The inspiration for the title. of the blog title

Thank You, O Lord – Blessings!

by Rev. Dawn M. Adams

The clouds turn pink

and bow goodnight.

The day is done

but not my work

because before I lay my head to pillow,

I must offer thanks

for the blessings of my day.

Thank you, O Lord,

for the air in my lungs

and for allowing me to wake.

Thank you for the will and

ability to get out of bed.

Thank you for the warmth of blankets,

the comfort of a shower,

and all my meals today.

Thank you for the roof over my head

and for the door which lets me out

and in again.

Thank you for my friends and family,

and all the people

with whom my path crossed.

Thank you for this day, which I know not everyone was afforded.

Let me, this night, fall to sleep in the warm embrace of my many blessings.

Amen.

Reflection and Action

Sometimes it is hard for us to remember that a day need not be spectacular to be a blessing. To just wake up, get up, and be able to interact with others, we are blessed. It is worthy to take time to count our blessings. Sometimes, when we take the time to account for the blessings of our day, we are surprised by the many which we walked by virtually unnoticed and definitively unappreciated.