When I was a wren quite young,I would sing a happy song, in the trees, on tiny branches.I would sing all morning long.I often joined the choir of birds,voices blending bright and loud.Side by side we sang our tunes;so happy, so carefree, so proud.As days have passed it seems,my voice is weaker, as am I.There’s melancholy in my songs.There’s instability when I fly.But in the dawn of morning sun,you’ll hear me in a nearby tree.I’ll sing a song you always loved,though weaker it might be.Please take the time to listen.It will mean the world to me.And though the time will … Continue reading A WREN’S SPECIAL GIFT TO YOU
I watch the birds at my feederand I notice their pecking order.Woodpeckers are always at the top.They fly in with a force that dominates and scattersall the other birds.The bluejays are next.They demand that others must leavewhen they arrive.Mourning doves followand they are greedy and piggish.They sit and stay and keep others away.Next are the cardinals,then the chickadees, titmice and finches.The little wrens usually waitand grab a crumb that’s left.There’s a definite pecking order and the birds abide by itEven within each “race” there seems to be a pecking order.Some birds simply like to dominate.That includes many of the males.Others have … Continue reading WHERE ARE YOU IN THE PECKING ORDER OF LIFE?
Another morning breaks.Another welcome dawn.What a blessing to awaketo the gift of another day.What joy to see the lightstream through the silhouetted trees,to see the dew drops bright and glisteningon silhouetted leaves.How refreshing to feel the gentle touchof the early morning breeze.How beautiful to hear the choral singing from birdsperched proudly in the trees.O let me listen to this new day in silence,as it softly speaks to me.Let not my heart be attachedto yesterday.Let not my heart be burdenedwith a load of care.Rather,let my soul be filled with today,the beauty, the sights, the sounds,the wonders all around.Let my heart be … Continue reading LET MY HEART BE FILLED WITH TODAY
I awake each morningto hear the joyful songsof birds outside my window.They sing without worryingabout who hears.The sing without worryingabout what anyone thinks.They simply sing because they have a song.Surely there is a song of joy in each of us.O that I might start my daywith a morning song,without worrying about who hearsor what anyone thinks.May I sing joyfullysimply because I have a song. Continue reading SURELY THERE’S A SONG OF JOY IN EACH OF US