The Heavy Plow

  The Heavy Plow The Plow upon His shoulder, He walks across the land, The earth spreads open, Behind the steps, Of this man. The Planter of the seed, Pulls the heavy Plow, The ground is rent, Soil bared, His work draws a crowd. Like a beast beneath the yoke, He stumbles in His task, The Plow digs deep, As the crowd around Him laughs. The plow row behind Him, Opens to receive the seed, While men and women rejoice, To see Him on his knees. The Plow again now rises, Here, double yoked, A Cyrenian pressed in service, In this cruel, heartless joke. The heavy Plow upon them, They furrow up the hill, The crowd of endless ages, Laugh at it still. Blood and sweat drip, Watering the row, The seeds begin to spring, In the garden far below. The heavy Plow is planted, Firmly in the dirt, The work is nearly finished, Of sowing this rebirth. The Planter on the Plow, Looks out upon His work, Though His heart is pierced, He declares it - good. Earth, now turned over, Beneath the heavy Plow, Stands wa

Easter, birthday, and new life!

The Hahn family had a wonderful weekend that began Saturday evening with a birthday party for #6 who turned 6 on Easter Sunday.  He requested drummies on the grill so as soon as I got home from work Saturday evening, I fired up the grill.  Along with the chicken we had green beans (ours), mashed potatoes, fruit salad, and rolls.

Easter Sunday morning brought the birthday boy to our room at 5:00 AM only to be turned away and to the couch until a time suitable for a normal human.  Even the women didn't go to the tomb that early, at least I don't think they did, maybe they did...


















After Mass it was off to the "farm" that was once the home of my grandparents.  The farm is still in the family and used for gatherings, hunting, and some farming by my relatives.  The kids had an egg hunt and the adults chatted away and ate lunch.
























































Later in the afternoon, after a much needed nap (by me), we went next door to my parents for Easter dinner.  My brother, Fr. Hahn, had found a stray while hiking and brought him to dinner.  The kids loved him.  After dinner we celebrated the birthday and other momentous events in the life of the Hahn family.  Looks like I'll need to make more room on header for the blog...















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