Song of Morning

Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?

— Matthew 6:26-27, NLT

I’m drawn to the call 

of the winsome bird,

up in the leafless limbs,

silhouetted against the sky,

perched in-between earth

and heaven, contemplating 

life; I see her puff her chest,

breathe in enough air

to let out the low, soulful

song of morning, the night 

watch fading from her 

memory, the sun warming 

her to the joy of renewal

as she trusts in the promised

provisions of the dawning day.

—C.L. Fisher, September 2021

Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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