WHO, WHO, WHO

                                      
                                                   WHO, WHO, WHO
 
                              Several years ago, when we lived back east, 
                              our maple trees acquired a new, unexpected 
                              inhabitant...a beautiful brown and white baby 
                              owl.
        
                              We suspected that the mama and papa birds 
                              were are around somewhere, but like many folks,
                              they had grown fearful of openly exposing them-
                              selves conspicuously as do their young offspring.

                              We've always heard that owls are so smart simply
                              because they keep their eyes wide open and say
                              little.

                              We suspect there may be some real truth in that 
                              that old folklore. For example, this fledgling in 
                              our trees just keeps saying, "Who, Who, Who?"
              
                              That's certainly a good question isn't it?

                              Who shall give our families the best of care?
                              Who shall show and share the love of God
                              with their fellowman?
  
                              Who shall feed the poor and care for the wretched
                              and feeble?
                              Who shall build our hospitals, schools and churches?
                              Who shall glorify their Father in Heaven?
                              Who shall lift high their cross this day?
          
                              'Tis a wise old (or young) bird that can present
                              the question...Who?
                
                              'Tis a wise person who can supply the best answer.