On this dreary Monday, while I’m waiting on the rain to stop falling, I thought I’d share a poem I wrote last fall after observing a bird on a wire while I was walking to the hospital to visit a parishioner. Sometimes we all need a little help standing against the wind and cold. But we also need to know when to let go of our extra baggage and fly free.
Fluffed up and full of feather she sits Undaunted by the drizzle or my presence she sits Outside of this place of prognoses and outcomes she sits In the summer, she will grow smaller, finding the way within herself to commune with nature so deeply as to only be what is needed for the moment. In those warmer times such defenses as she bears now are not needed. But now, now she is bristle-full of an inner warmth that holds the cold at bay. And as I walk past her, some small part of her courage comes with me down white halls full of soft beeps where it is needed so.