I try to stay uninformed; my soul, heart, and mind cannot take the abuse. Instead, I try to listen to God, make cookies for my widow neighbor, grow tomatoes, plant trees, make art, and do something good. Yesterday while climbing out of the river there was a baby dragonfly just out of his exoskeleton hanging on to our dock piling allowing the sun to bring his new body to life. I had inadvertently splashed him and he was a struggling toddler trying to hang on to his perch. He slipped in fell into the water and I scooped him up and placed him on the dock. However, in the process, his back-left wing was damaged. It was as delicate as a moonbeam. The sun continued to enlarge his body, doubling in size in the few minutes our paths crossed but nothing could repair his wing. I found myself praying for God to intervene. Betty came down and she too became involved in this young dragonfly.
When I was young, 6th grade, there was a song that was a hit, “I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing.” It as an anthem for a young heart still soft from my parents daily sowing God into it. In the middle of the night last night I awoke with that song on my heart. Oh God please help our country. Oh, how young and passionate we used to be to sing of “apple trees and honey bees and snow-white turtle doves” and terminal dragonflies.
The New Seekers sang the song but Coke made it famous.
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| Betty holding our friend with a damaged wing. |
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