Midnight On a Saturday Morning

It was just past 7:00 AM on an early and sunny Saturday morning. As I walked past my grandson’s cat, she looked up at me, clearly realizing that it was her feeding time. With eyes and ears already focused on other things, I walked on by, paying her no mind. I felt the cool morning breeze flowing through the Valley. I heard the leaves in the trees as they swayed just a little, from the flow of the soft and gentle wind. I knew that I was not in heaven, when I heard the sound of traffic from a major street a few blocks away. Moments later, there was the sound of an airplane in the distant sky. That’s when I noticed that the sky was clear and free, and no dark clouds did I see. As I looked to my left, I was arrested by a most gorgeous cactus blossom waving to me. I could not help but stare, as it was dressed so lovely in a captivating pink. Then I observed the progress of our nectarine tree, and knew that it was going to bear some sweet fruit this summer too. My ears tuned in to the sound of the mild banging of a hammer from somewhere close by. Then I was entertained by a happy bird or two, whistling like they usually do. I must say, the things they speak about, whistle about, chirp about, and sing about are most beautiful to my ears. As I paced back and forth across my back yard and along the walk way, I sensed a peaceful Presence, and could not help but utter a prayer of thanksgiving to God. As I was thinking and meditating, observing and listening, it began to get brighter. As I looked over my left shoulder, I spotted an explosion of light from the sun, slowly rising out of the Eastern sky. I looked once more at that beautiful pink cactus flower, and it was ever so stunning to me. As the flower continued to wave to me, I’m sorry to say that I could not resist the temptation to pull it. I later placed the beautiful flower in my granddaughter’s vase next to her lovely picture. As I turned to go inside, I looked once more at “Midnight”, and fed her.