If I peeked outside my window blind
What do you suppose that I might find
Maybe some bird there upon a limb
Who silent waits for day to begin ?
Perhaps just a hint of morning rain
Splashing on my dusty window pane
Or an errant harbinger of spring
Anxious to join in God’s offering ?
Whatever else we find awaits there
Could be a wonder that all might share !
Claire V. Bogdanos 