The subject of snow bunnies must be approached cautiously
and with due reverence; it is not
a matter to be taken lightly.
To be able to see snow bunnies, a person needs preparation;
it is a lot like allowing your eyes to get used to the dark. But the dark in this
case is the wonderful dark where the snow bunnies live, and the
eyes may take a very very long time to adjust; because that darkness is lit, but with a different kind of
light.
Accordingly, we shall not directly address the delicate subject
of snow bunnies tonight. Instead,
we shall begin with their forerunners, the Bunnies of the Lighthouse. I first learned of these from our
son, over twenty years ago, when he had just turned five. From out of nowhere, a propos of
nothing at all, he cried out -- or some voice from the realm of angels, called
out from within him:
The
Bunnies of the Lighthouse!
They
toil not; neither do they spin.
And that is what started the whole thing.
~ ~ ~
THE BUNNIES OF THE
LIGHTHOUSE
"The
bunnies of the lighthouse: They
toil not; neither do they spin."
--our
son, age 5, mysteriously
Upon
the hill above the bay,
the
lighthouse bunnies play and play.
Nor
ink nor grease their paws doth
soil,
nor
their brow crease the woes of
toil.
Beneath
God's great and glowing sky
they
fruitful are, and multiply.
They
neither knit, nor weave, nor spin:
they
wear no clothes: they know no sin.
From
dawn to dusk they lark and play,
each
turn of earth a Sabbath day.
And
when the shades of night descend
back
to the lighthouse they must wend.
They
cuddle close, they snuggle tight,
and
breathe against the black of night.
All
safe and warm upon their cot,
for
then they know – we know not
what.
To each his creatures, God
imparts
what thing they need to fill their hearts.
To
us it cannot be revealed,
what
fills the lilies of the field.
We ate the fruit: and now we toil
to
raise the same from out the soil.
We
stripped the tree: and now we spin
to
cover up our naked sin.
God rest them in their
burrow, in their meadow, in their nest.
To each is giv'n, from each
withheld; each one is curst and blest.
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