During the second evening of my recent Silence & Solitude retreat, there was a particularly boisterous bird outside my cabin. (Don't believe me? Listen to this.)
That bird's enthusiasm inspired this poem:
THE EVENING NEWS
From the tops of the trees
The news is being tweeted:
"The sun is setting!
God is good!
I'm here! I'm here!
Life goes on!"
What joy that bird finds
Just in being a bird
The breeze through its wingtips
The promise of Spring to come
On this still-snowy April evening
Like a flash, the herald flies
The next tree needs its news:
"So crisp! So clean!
Oh look at the sun!"
What a lofty pulpit
What an urgent gospel
Would that I could preach so clearly
The benediction from one twig higher:
"Until tomorrow, farewell!"
God is good
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Truth is..."Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!" (Luke 12:24)
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