Our venue is neither large or majestic
It is just one acre
It belongs to my children and me
It is surrounded by a pasture and stately trees
The open spaces are patrolled by birds and butterflies
Sentinels of our Maker
Their colors are many
Like seeing an unending rainbow
Forever bright and vibrant
And thus my story begins
I thought that this years would be no different then thos that have past
For years I have watched the Blluebirds
Counted the hatchlings and watched them groown
Soon to leave the nest
To mature
Then to return
To repeat the cycle over again
As as I could remember this year would be no different
Then those that had passed
there were five hatchlings in the nest
Nearly full grown
We had lots of rain this spring
One day torrents of rain came
Sheets of rain, one after another
The next day I found five dead Bluebirds
I buried them near by
I wondered why the Creators seal was not put upon their nest
A Robbins for some reason abandoned an egg that had been laid in a Christmas wreath
This also buried near the hatchlings
And finally a baby rabbit that had been crushed by one our dogs
Was added to the earth
Our thoughts were offered to the heavens
Why has this all happened
What lessons are to be learned
What knowledge is to be gained
Why did all this happen
Just tell me why