Felix Culpa Poem by Paul Clement Czaja

Every day now
As I drive on the country road
To my job
Finches go darting to and fro
Ahead of my car
Snatching
At the crisscross cracks
There on the old highway.
What are they doing?
I wondered to my self –
And then the light went on:
They are seeking
All the windblown seeds
Caught in the fissures –
There good and plenty for the finding,
The candy of a summer day.
Hooray for them,
Brilliant birds!
God’s Breath brings breakfast
To delight their appetite
Only they but seek to find the gifts.
I learn this bit of wisdom
Experienced so un-expectantly by me:
God makes good use
Of the broken and damaged.
He makes them be
Felix culpa –
Happy faults!