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
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