Little Throats and Feathers
I worry about my life at times,
that I’ve not built an orphanage overseas
or speak with marqueed frequency on
platforms warmed with light.
Jesus said when tempted to worry
about such things to behold the birds.
That’s what he said. Birds.
And so in those times I rub my senses
clear and wait for the singing.
I confess more often than not I have eyes
that cannot see. But I hear them and
I am always astonished by the miracle
of the little throats and feathers.
My favorite yet!
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Thanks, Sandy!
I’ve always thought of Jesus’ words referring to matters of provision and possession rather than notoriety and accomplishment, but I see that you have made an important point. Thanks for your good thoughts.
Oh I think you’re right, Michele…its just in the junkyard of my head it all gets mixed up. Have a very good day!
I suggest going to youtube to hear “White Bird”,by the band Its A Beautiful Day
God bless your folks john
Thanks, Mike, I’ll check it out.
Good words for this girl today. Thank you, John.
Thank you for this. Your poem reminds of a great Wendell Berry poem, The Peace of Wild Things. They both make me think of Jesus’ words about worry. http://www.gratefulness.org/poetry/peace_of_wild_things.htm
ah, yes – those birds. thank GOD for them – they are our teachers in so many ways. Thanks, John.
I think we’re called to do all sort of Kingdom work, also that many people who build orphanages do not write poetry that travels into the living room of my log cabin in the woods.