The blue of the sky pierces through ever-darkening, ever more consuming clouds, flashse of happiness amidst the seriousness of life. A pair of hawks, wings spread wide, dance on the spring wind. They glide ever upward against the wind then spiral down, a pas-et-deux whos simplicity belies its beauty. Each free to do as they will, still they work together to create patterns which soothe the harried heart in this busy world. Life is never easy, but often enjoyable if we take the time, like the hawks, to use our adversities to lift us up like they soar against the wind, and to come down gracefully from our heights before we tumble. Thank you, God, for such beautiful and graceful reminders.

Copyright © 1995, Josef Finsel, Revised - (6-30-2000)

The blue of the sky pierces through ever-darkening, ever more consuming clouds, flashse of happiness amidst the seriousness of life. A pair of hawks, wings spread wide, dance on the spring wind. They glide ever upward against the wind then spiral down, a pas-et-deux whos simplicity belies its beauty. Each free to do as they will, still they work together to create patterns which soothe the harried heart in this busy world. Life is never easy, but often enjoyable if we take the time, like the hawks, to use our adversities to lift us up like they soar against the wind, and to come down gracefully from our heights before we tumble. Thank you, God, for such beautiful and graceful reminders.

Copyright © 1995, Josef Finsel, Revised - (6-30-2000)