The birds nest beside the streams and sing among the branches of the trees. — Psalm 104:12, NLT
To stay under the wide arms
stretching out to a calming blue,
under the plumes of green, silver,
to gold and a deepening orange;
to sit, back against the bark,
and wonder how much life
has passed under, over, through
root, trunk, limb, branch;
to marvel at the good, rich,
simple gifts of our Creator.
Ah, friends, that is life.
—C.L. Fisher, October 2020
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