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MAMA CROW



A robin’s song woke me this Saturday which was less startling than the tapping on my bedroom window last Monday morning. The window is right next to the head of my second storey bed, so I looked immediately to find no one or thing there, of course. Could it have been my angel using a single finger made of heavenly pearl or was it the icy cold finger of a friendly ghost – my twin brother, Peter, perhaps? I say “friendly” since the tapping woke me from my oversleeping and prevented me from being late to work. It was not the first spiritual wake-up call I had experienced during this penultimate span of my life, and I am sure it will not be my last. Be that as it may, the cheerful “Wake up! Wake up! You sleepy head!” chirping of the robin was just as effective an alarm clock.

I got up, got washed, got dressed in my kaki shorts, and got out into the cold morning. Not knowing the time, I drove my old car into the village to find out from the local bank’s large digital clock that it was only 6:50 am. “Hmm,” I thought, “such enthusiastic robins here in Minnesota.” I did not feel like chancing breakfast at Stumpy’s known for its beer and pizza late at night, so I decided to take an adventurous spin on a country road yet unexplored by me to see where it would take me. I drove west out of sleepy Rushford and soon was up on a high flat with stubble corn fields on either side of me.

Suddenly a crow flew low and straight from the field on my right very seriously crossing the road thirty yards in front of me. She was carrying a foot long twig in her beak and was heading for the distant woods way over there on the left. She was flying low and fast and straight as an arrow. Wow! An about to be Mama Crow getting an early morning start at building her nest! How about that! How about that for a sure sign of spring: the blackest of all birds -- this carrion eater of road kill – being driven by a maternal instinct to prepare things for new life. Once again the Spirit Who is Wisdom was teaching me that within the deeps of all animated life there throbs a caring, nurturing, selfless heart of love causing us to act for the sake of others.

As I drove on into the brightening day, I remembered the Morning Prayer: “May I so live the life of love this day that all those with whom I have anything to do at all may be as convinced that love is in this world as they are of the sunlight and rain.”





Paul Clement Czaja



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