In my garden I have four rows of ever bearing strawberries--a fact that
evidently has been proclaimed from the housetops to all the robins,
starlings, and brown thrashers in the neighborhood. They have been having
a picnic! So I spent quite some time building a scarecrow from
broomsticks, an old coat, a pair of trousers, and a white hat.
I was in for a surprise, for one morning soon afterward, a wise robin was
perched on top of the hat and seemed to be singing at the top of his
voice, "Free strawberries here!"
I saw two kinds of birds: wise ones and foolish ones. The foolish birds
sat in the trees, afraid of the scarecrow. The wise birds knew that the
scarecrow was simply an advertisement in disguise.
Rhiannon's story tells us about some wise and foolish people. She sent 12
spies to check out the surrounding land, a land of fabulous fruits and
blessings. Ten of them feared the "scarecrows"-- the giants and the walled
villages. Two wise "birds," Carron and Tega, believed the Gods had given them
the land. They weren't fooled. They reported back to their Druid brothers,
"We should take possession at once".
The Gods richly bless those who live by faith and are not stopped by the
scarecrows of doubt and fear.
The foolish see giants when troubles appear,
They tremble in weakness, their hearts filled with fear;
The wise are undaunted when trouble they scan,
They go forth to battle, for the Gods are in their plan.
By: George Roberts
© 1997 silverphoenix@cybergal.com
