so rosie’s elementary school did this art for the sky project. they all had to dress in certain colors and come out to the field and get in place (crouching down on the ground with their heads tucked under their bodies an dtheir backs toward the sky). and wait for this artist to go up in the crane and take their photo. and yes, he went up and took some photos and then announced on his megaphone that he had to come back down and get another lens and so everyone break for 5 minutes and then come back... ummm, has he worked with kids ever before?

anyway they did it and it was cool and i kind of wish that i had gone up in that crane and i kind of think i might have thrown up and it might have fallen on some cute kid and that would have been bad.

but i was on the ground taking pictures from that angle and here are some of my photos...

and the whole thing reminded me of this poem (to the left) that i found cleaning out my grandmother’s desk after she died. it was on a little bookmark and i keep it in my Bible. 

My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.

Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.

my life daily looks like those photos i took. jumbled, messy, chaotic, everyone hunched over trying to stay in the

right place... 

and i bet one day i will look at the whole thing from the perspective that God was using...

i really don’t want to see a whooping crane.

really, i don’t. 

a whooping crane? what was this guy thinking? 

and in the spirit of my wonderful haiku comment from anonymous the other day, i will write a couple of new stanzas for the poem...

the kids in dark hoodies are so necessary
in the artist’s palatte on school playing field.
they accentuate the wing span,
man, i bet that was a long time to kneel.

not till the field is quiet
and the kids are on their bus.
will we see the lovely photo
and realize that it was worth all the fuss.

yes, they all made such a sight.
crouching down, backs toward the sky.
they made a really big whooping crane.
one that looks like it could fly.