TRANSITION MATTERS

TRANSITION MATTERS

          From a parish in transition, Vestry member Brenda Dlugoleski writes about an actual experience put to rhyme and she tells us "Many times we are comfortable where we are, but need a push for our own good. We need to listen and be open to the word of God, lest we get stung. "

                                                                                Read, enjoy and move with those pushes,

                                                                                          Barbara A.Campbell
                                                                                          Connecticut's Diocesan Poet

I Thank the Lord for the Little Bee

         by Brenda Dlugoleski
         St. Mark's, New Britain

I thank the Lord for the little bee
That buzzed my face
And made me flee
My reading place.

I sat with my cat under a tree,
A book in hand,
Sipping my tea.
The day was grand.

From nowhere came the annoying bee
Too close in flight
To look at me -
I took a swipe.

Enough! I thought, as it dove again
I'm sure, to prove
He'd cause me pain.
I made the move.

To the steps, my cat and I did flee
To read my book
and sip my tea.
I was so shook.

It was then I heard the first sharp snap!
A squirrel, I think.
Another whack!
What's on the brink?

The cat seemed not the least bit flustered.
No flicking tail
Or filibuster.
No clawing nails.

There was suddenly, with much ado,
A mighty crack!
The feline flew,
Hair up on back.

A branch came crashing past leaves and limbs,
And came to rest
Where we'd just been.
I do not jest.

I looked to the cat in disbelief
Then to the branch
In sheer relief
I'd done the dance.

It would have been a catastrophe
If we had stayed,
And was no bee
To swat away.