If you are like me, the summer days are just as busy as any other day. We are preparing to leave on vacation in a few days and I’ve just not taken the time to sit down to post anything very deep. Our plans are, God willing, to spend a few days in the Ohio Amish country and we are so excited. Hopefully I will be posting some things about our trip while we are gone.
I wanted to share with you a poem that I came across in a recent Charles Swindoll devotion. As I read it I pondered on how beautifully God takes care of His creation. Even the birds know to help other birds in need. Oh, if only humans would learn to be as giving, loving and caring. Then, it occurred to me that much of what we do here in the blogosphere is just this very thing. We are encouraging, loving and helping each other as we walk this road of life. Thank you, friends, for being an encouragement to me!!
I hope you are touched by this poem. It’s called “At the Winter Feeder,” by John Leax, professor of English and poet-in-residence at Houghton College:
His feather flame doused dull
by icy cold,
the cardinal hunched
into the rough, green feeder
but ate no seed.
Through binoculars I saw
festered and useless
his beak, broken
at the root.
Then two: one blazing, one gray,
rode the swirling weather
into my vision
and lighted at his side.
Unhurried, as if possessing
the patience of God,
they cracked sunflowers
and fed him
beak to wounded beak
choice meats.
Each morning and afternoon
the winter long,
that odd triumvirate,
that trinity of need,
returned and ate
their sacrament
of broken seed.ยน
