Birdsong and the rain


Not a new one, but it still speaks of me and how birds often come to mind when self-pity tries to attack…

Think of the times in your life when the rain falls

Think of the days when it pours

Metaphorically

Think

Were you able to think on those rainy days?

Could you hear anything…

other than your own desperate thoughts…

your cries?

your pain?

Now wait for the day

The day it rains

The day it pours

And listen

The rain has a beat of it’s own

Around us and apart from us

Celebrate or mourn

Dance in the rain or run from it

but listen

Listen to the birds

They sing

In the rain they sing

After the rain they rejoice

What do they know?

Jesus said: Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26

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