Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Poetry

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Who Has Seen the Wind?
Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

Back in July 2011, I chose the name Passing Pinwheels for this blog after re-reading a poem by Christina Rossetti. This is what I wrote what feels like a thousand years ago:

I see the wind. I see it in the branches outside the playroom window. In the clouds rushing across the sky. In the pinwheel, merrily spinning at Garrett's grave. And, perhaps as I write, I can remind myself that just because I can't see the wind...it doesn't mean that He isn't there.

Ken has written another poem (in addition to the one he wrote when we found out that we weren't take Grant home), this one using the name of this blog as inspiration. He hadn't read the post where I talk about the blog and I can't quite figure out how he did such a good job of capturing what I believe is the spirit of my internet presence. Ken writes: Today's poem is taken from the title of Sharaze Colley's blog. The title is striking, and has been rolling around in my head for a while. I hope I've captured something of what she intended by it. I have added it to the album that is donated to their adoption process

Passing Pinwheels
Kenneth Alan O'Shaughnessy
 Colors burning in the bright summer sun
Kaleidoscoping in the breeze
Friends beside me to share in all the fun
There are no other joys like these

Passing pinwheels from hand to hand
And smiles from face to face
Sharing our simple God-spun joys
Blown our way by grace

Sometimes we have to create our own wind
When the breezes cease to blow
We blow and blow with all the breath God gives
To try to make the pinwheel go

Passing pinwheels from hand to hand
And smiles from face to face
Sharing our simple God-spun joys
Blown our way by grace

And when the soft breezes blow in the clouds
And the sun hides behind the rain
We pass the pinwheels safe on the porch
Until the fair winds blow again

Passing pinwheels from hand to hand
And smiles from face to face
Sharing our simple God-spun joys
Blown our way by grace

All we need is the breath of God
A little paper and a stick
A bunch of friends who'll stay with us
Through the thin and thick

Passing pinwheels from hand to hand
And smiles from face to face
Sharing our simple God-spun joys
Blown our way by grace


I do have an update. Bethany has sent the birth father a letter of notification of Grant's birth. As soon as they can, they are going to set up a meeting. Once they get his answer, they'll meet with us to discuss next steps. SO, same prayers as before:
1. K and her other children are safe.
2. God will go ahead and soften the birth father's heart and he will sign the waiver releasing Grant to us.
3. This is resolved quickly. A has to leave for a mission trip next week. It would be wonderful if Grant didn't have to go to another interim care home.
4. Our hearts are also prepared for whatever the outcome here. And, I'll add, wisdom.

On another note, I am working on some photos of a project I started at Christmas for Mike! I'm finishing something up on it because I wanted to ask him what he thought before I did it. Hopefully I can do that tomorrow. I might also share what I made for the Grant Gotcha Day Fundraiser. I want to step out in faith and go ahead do the fundraiser but...I don't know. We'll see.

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