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Our Lady of Windflowers revisited

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On Easter afternoon my husband and I went to a friends house to drop off a card and plant. We expected her to be home but when I knocked on her front door and also rang the bell several times there was no answer. It seemed she was not home so I turned around to leave but noticed some tiny blue specks in her front yard. I walked over to the spot and saw they were little windflowers about a dozen or so growing in the grass. It reminded me of a poem I wrote and posted in my blog on July 7, 2019. I decided to post the poem again this morning:

There on the lap of Mary sits the One who holds our every hope Who looks down on creation at wonders great and small The Babe with blue bird lightly held wings spread as if to fly

As He the Son of heaven peers below intently viewing Tiny windflowers dots of color growing in the meadow. She adoring her sweet child as she sits upon a rock Her Mantle sheer and flowing blowing in the breeze.

They look upon the windflowers and it seems a sadness looms For as they bloom a while and wither so shall we Yet they recede and bloom again, as we shall live anew We, like tiny windflowers scattered on the earth

He bends to watch each flower as He does for you and me Then tilts His head toward the Lady dressed in blue Who guides us as a Mother, and loves us as her own And holds us close to Jesus as we were meant to be.

DJ Pasternak June 2019

The funny thing was our friend was home but her she was raking in the back yard a distance away and not visible from the front of her house. We never got to see her on Easter but called that evening. Today is April Fools Day but we were unintentionally fooled yesterday. Yet if not going there, I would not have revisited the poem or seen the delicate little Windflowers.

Blessed is He who comes in the Name of the Lord!

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Intro to Part 8 and short excerpt from Daybreak novel:

With the gifts of Purim given, I experienced sadness yet freedom. Unaware of what was about to take place in the following month of Nisan, I embarked on relocating to a place overlooking the Kidron Valley and the Mount of Olives. Still grieving the loss of my mother I was comforted by friends with whom I survived the best and the worst of days.

Part 8 Hozanna to the Son of David; blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord Matt.21:9

Entrance of Yeshua into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday

The following morning, the eighth of Nisan, proved to be extremely busy for me. After many sales that morning, absolutely no one passed by after noon and I decided to go home and relax. The sun was well past the highest point in the sky as I sat outside with a cup of wine and some figs and barley bread.

My view to the east faced across the Kidron Valley to the Mount of Olives. I leaned back as far as possible to see the summit but could not view the highest point. Walking out past the cover of the arbor, I was able to see the crest of the lush mountain. It was actually a range of peaks ascending and descending with the final drop being deep into the Kidron Valley before me. I heard commotion off in the distance and saw what at first I thought I imagined, a mass of heads appearing as people approached the summit. Soon I could see a great number in a procession as they came to the crest of the hill.

The river of people streamed down the mount strewing something like branches. As they progressed further, a wide path of greens appeared covering the brown dirt road. It mystified me. What was all this? The sound of singing and laughter like a celebration, perhaps a royal wedding.

The procession continued and I strained to see a man seated on an animal, a donkey. How very strange. After perhaps an hour, some of them were already coming through the valley and back up toward the Sheep Gate, where the lambs to be slaughtered for Passover would soon pass through. The flow of people began to process by on the road to the temple, which lay to my left.

I heard the words they kept singing.

“Hosanna to the Son of David. Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord. Hosanna in the highest”

I ran back to my dwelling, grabbed my cloak and walking stick, and went to join the procession. By the time I caught up to them, there were hundreds ahead of me. I caught a glimpse of the man on the donkey a ways behind, and the remainder of those processing jubilantly.

“Who is that?” I yelled to get the attention of a poorly dressed man next to me.

“That is a great prophet and wonder worker from Nazareth!” he shouted back.