Yesterday morning, for some perplexing reason, I was feeling blue -- a heaviness of spirit. Perhaps, it was a mood such as this that caused Charles Spurgeon to pen " The Minister's Fainting Fits." I sat in our empty sanctuary and prayed and asked God to send me a word of encouragement -- refreshing rain for my drooping spirit. Returning to my office, I checked my e-mail, and found this beautiful poem written by my friend, Naomi Cochran. It was the answer to my prayer and just what I needed to chase the blues away! Somewhere in Michigan There were blueberries, too many, Where we slept in the woods. So we made pancakes, And ate with the whippoorwills. Along the riverbanks Blue flags bloom in the current, and Forget-me-nots bring me To my knees, wholly, As blue herons float above. Once, at Pansy Landing, A robin' egg blue enamel pan Was lifted from a life Long gone: now mine, full Of pansies, zinnias, summer. There was a blue blanket Laid soft in my arms, my new son Safe...