The Ides of May

It’s the ides of May and New England is dressed with blossoms.  Walking about is a feast for the soul.  Robert Frost, our New England poet from California, must have had the same feelings as I when he wrote in his poem called, A Prayer in Spring. “Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; and give us not to think so far away as the uncertain harvest; keep us here all simply in the springing of the year.” 
How often are we so full of memories or looking forward to something we miss out on now.  When we are thinking of some coming trip somewhere exotic, we forget to look about at our local beauty others travel far to see.  Often we dig deep for causes in some far off land when someone in our neighborhood needs our help.   Now and here is usually a pretty nice place chronologically and geographically.
Our hummingbirds are back for the summer and in A Prayer in Spring Frost wrote, “The meteor that thrust in with needle bill, and off a blossom in mid air stands still.”  Hummingbirds are so amazing people would travel around the world to see one if they were not so common.  Ah the problem of common.  We think little of the miracles we see every day.  God loves us so much and like a good father He fills our lives with miraculous events.  It is no wonder Paul wrote in Romans 1, “For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead.” We don’t have to travel afar.  We can see it outside our windows.