Sunday, January 28, 2018

When it rains it pours! It's the Morton salt slogan.

 Bad luck in my life seems to run the same ad campaign. struggling-writer.html
I work outside and our Michigan weather likes to dictate how many hours I'm able to work.
With poor weather comes smaller paychecks.learn-you-trade-my-polish-grandpa-would.html  So far this year I've been plagued with automobile troubles. I hit a deer, starter troubles, a battery for the truck, brakes and rotors on the car, Distributor cap, flat tire on the car, rear brakes on the truck. The neighbors dog came and ate our chickens. To top things off my employer left the state without even telling me. I hope he gets mugged  on vacation. dewitt-chauffeur.html
  It happens every winter. It only takes one roof job  to get me out of the hole I'm in by the time spring arrives.  Roofing is not my purpose in life!Is poor Catholic an oxymoron ?
 However I wish I had a roof job and five days of decent weather. There I go again wishing I could go hide on a roof to survive. Instead of seeking out my destiny...... God's purpose for me?




  I wrote this piece in 2005 while I was going through R.I.C.A with the Catholic church.
Today it reached 48 degrees. Must be January thaw. As I lay under my truck changing the starter I notice all the birds are singing. It brought this poem in my head.




Early February maybe May

I'm gonna start over
like I was just born this morning
a brand new day
sun is shining birds are singing
a 65 degree spring day

A perfect day to learn to walk again
freed from this cocoon I've been wraped up in
I'm gonna start over when blessings desend
and flourish in warm sun rays

Take a deep breath
brush off my shoulders
reach for the sky and rise to my feet
Look straight ahead
"It's a brand new day"

Early February maybe May

Bob Jenkens         


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