March, you seem so confused in this part of the twirling orb, turned around and upside down. Some days warm and you all happy, lambs and leaping on your mind, but by the time the mailman comes, creaks open the red steel door, slips in the fliers, bills, that long-anticipated package of seeds for what should be just around the corner, you’ve spun, pulled on your coat, all blustering about in winds and flakes. March, you mirror me, me wavering, wind tossed and flapping, a flag flying, falling limp, hanging there off the porch.
In a topsy turvsy world, March gone mad, sometimes I don’t know what I’m about, confused and whirled too. And the wind picks up, pricks ears, and I hear the word certain behind me, “This is the way, walk in it.” (Isa.30:21)
And I know and settle and pick up the pace and head straight on, one step quietly in front of the other.
along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;
I will turn the darkness into light before them
and make the rough places smooth.
These are the things I will do;
I will not forsake them."
~Isa. 42:16
Photos: a horse and buggy cantering down our road on a morning in March
