Back to the Desert

Well ... Monday AM and it's time for me to go visit you on my way to work. Your tea is ready, Momma. Oh God how I miss you.

I looked out the back window this morning and looked at the mown grass. I think the yard looks nice. But Momma you're not here to tell me it looks nice. So I wonder why it should look like anything. I know that all things are ... "live and move and have our being" ... in You O Lord. But oh God ... why should the yard look nice or look like anything with Momma not here.

Saturday I mowed the front yard ... and yesterday the back yard. The first mow of the season is always the hardest in a way ... things to pick up ... tough winter grass to cut through ... and you and I always talk about this Momma ... but oh ... you weren't here this time to talk about these precious, mundane things ...

I miss you so much ... the flowers are out ... Spooky and I went down to Woodward Park yesterday and they have the loveliest flowers out down on that little triangle by 21st ... you would love the flowers Momma ... I saw redbuds (your favorite) and daffodils and Easter flowers and tulips, yes tulips, and forsythia ... and green, green spring grass. Your favorite time of year Momma.

I love you Momma and I miss you so much ... it's lovely out ... but inside all I feel is arid wind blowing across a desert landscape. Desert everywhere.

Oh my.

I love you Momma in the midst of the desert

I love you Jesus in the midst of the desert

I love you so much

Thank you

Thank you so much for your time here

Oh how I miss you

But Thank you

I love you

Charles Delacroix
Feast of St John Baptist de la Salle