Then we will know
When the towering cypress trees fall down into the deep clear blue
When the storm clouds swept away those last few raindrops.
When the songs of the Great Horned owl turns still.
When the turtles no longer slide down into the clear water
and the wake of the foam in the twilight no longer shape the sounds of
our wandering river,
Then we will know.
Into the deep blue shadows and down the rocky shoals,
Then we will know.
We turn to a place of the land that warned us, the waters that taught
Long ago, long ago.
Together, we stay strong, in a long lost wandering world,
Yet still, when those towering cypress trees fall down into the deep
clear blue shadows,
When that final storm cloud swept away those last few raindrops and no
longer formed the twilight,
No longer shaped the sounds of our wandering river.
Then we will know
John Sterpe 2008 �
Blessed by the Squirrels, short story
It was nothing more than a mangled furry ball of moss which lay on the
ground beneath which looks like a 60 foot White oak tree near the house.
On closer inspection I realized it is a squirrels nest which was blown
down from the high winds which swept thou the tree tops and torn the
nest in half.
Three of my cats were hanging around the nest which lay scattered across
the wet ground. What must be mommy squirrel was squawking and making all
sorts of racket .
I saw something moving in the leaves, a little baby, so small, its eyes
still closed, wounded ,helpless , stunned from a 60 foot fall, left
alone to fend for itself amongst the wild instincts of my cats and
perhaps birds of pray.
My first thought, my normal standard
routine in situations like this, I yell out, Marge, , yes John, she
calls back, I found a baby squirrel and it needs our help, I said, My
good and caring Margie would drop everything and run to my rescue, she
brings me relief knowing that I dont have to handle this alone, what
could I do other then protect the baby, how could I take care of it , so
with our two � brains we could possible come up with a rescue plan.
Gather the nest into a ball , lets put it into one of those moss hanging
baskets, there amongst the scatterings , another baby, alive .
Now mommy squirrel was watching from the
tree tops, Margie said, lets hang the basket with the babies to the
highest parts we can reach on the tree, good idea Marge, I,ll get
the ladder, you tuck up the nest and make it cozy.
Within 3 minutes of hanging the basket, mommy squirrel came down the
tree to the basket and clutched the first squirreling into her mouth and
up to the tree top she shot, one minute later, down she came and took
the second to the top as well.
What happiness we felt for the small squirrels, this family is back
Thanks to scamper the cat, Another baby showed up on the entrance to of
my door step, still alive, back up the ladder I took it, as soon as I
let this baby lay onto the basket, mommy just about scooped it from my
hand, up she went to the tree top.
Back down she came for one last look around, secure, all is well, safe
with her babies on the top of the trees.
Another day passes as the night falls, The wind still blows, the rain
comes and goes , the leaves dry and fall to the ground, buds come back
once again, life abounds.
Perhaps, Like the song, God must be busy, perhaps I helped, perhaps this
team work brings me closer with my Margie, it might have been planned
all along, what is just one or even three more squirrels that would hop
thou the trees, not to be missed by anyone.
To many of
us, just to wake in the fog of a quiet morning, to listen to the clatter
clattering of the squirrels, to dodge the Hickory nuts that fall to the
ground, this alone is a blessing.
John Sterpe 2005�