St. Francis of Assisi, of Forest Park by Carl Mose – Jewel Box – St. Louis

I love this statue of St. Francis, complete with birds and stigmata. Perhaps its style is very much of its time (1962) but I think it conveys quite well what the saint is known for. The ice glazing this day added some nice texture. The statue was donated by a woman with a husband who had a very colorful (very un-Francis like) existence, but even so her gift resulted in a very nice piece of art near the Jewel Box. I found this information from this very helpful page on the statues in Forest Park.

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Snowy vestments – Skull cap and Mozzetta – Pope John Paul II Statue – St. Louis Cathedral Basilica

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The death of the field mouse – Prose poem

the death of the field mouse
came in a field of sorts
a back yard in the city
overgrown, strewn with the withering
detritus of the fall

there, dragging the limp
ribbon of a leg
impossibly thin, skin
covering delicate vasculature
and bones, flattened from the crush
of spring-loaded steel,
only thinly missing delivering
a death in the house

there he was shivering
the thin, tremulous ears
transparent, the black
unreadable dots of his eyes
with tiniest of catch lights
catching the grey morning

there he shuffled slowly
under the filigreed shroud of the leaves
unseeing the fall of the brick

On Epiphany – One Last Christmas Image – Pegasus

When we were young growing up in Pakistan, we had several delightful Christmas books, which my mother must have brought over from America. One of them featured a story about Pegasus and Christmas which began “Someone was blowing bubbles…” I have a hard time figuring out what book this story is in, but with a fair amount of certainty, I believe it is The Golden Christmas Book from 1947 (republished in 1955) which was compiled by Gertrude Crampton. If I save my shekels, I might try to find a copy one day.

Just before Christmas, I found this ornament in a thrift store. It was made in 1984 and if it was not made after this story at least it echoes it very well! Yes, if you pull on the string, the wings do move. Epiphany, of course, is the day the church has celebrated the arrival of the wise men to visit baby Jesus, when a wonder of an even more amazing sort was revealed.

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