Eye of the Beholder

"Children are the living messages we send in a time we will not see."
~J.W. Whitehead~

 

 

 

 

 

Elusive

 
                  I finally got a good pic of this elusive Stellar Jay. He hangs around the house and I feed him peanuts. I hope to catch more pic's of him if only he would cooperate.

taste...
the sweet inward stillness
of the wait itself.

The Beauty Within

 

            What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters    compared to what lies within us.

Finding Good Things

The more we practice dancing into silence,

                            The more gracefully we'll move through life,

                           And the more we'll trust that all is well;

                          That on this infinite stage our tiny role

                         Contributes exactly what's required

  For all good things to come into completion.

 

Clark's Nutcracker

            The Clark's Nutcracker is one of many birds that frequent my bird feeder here in Colorado. I find serenity in watching the different species of birds that make the mountain terrain and the many conifers their home. I'm looking forward to posting more photos of the birds that come to the feeder.

Connection

Endlessly, from dawn until long after day has closed

its sleepy eyes, the tiny house wren voices

his aching song, an energetic warble filled with passion,

calling, calling, calling, stopping the persistent message

only briefly in order to carry thin twigs

with unmitigated resolve, creating the nesting place

for his anticipated love.

 

What, or who, I ask myself every day, stirs so endlessly

within me that I am equally passionate and devoted?

Have I ever been that zealous, that focused, that intent

on the Eternal Love of my deepest being, so much so

that each syllable birthed from my soul goes forward

as a fervent cry of endless affection to the One I desire?

 

On and on the wren's unceasing supplication enters

each opened window of my home and heart.

On and on the question of 'who or what" lingers

within each heartbeat of the day, like the dedicated song of this plain brown bird, waiting faithfully 

to be acknowledged                     ~Joyce Rupp~

 From morning until dusk, this little wren sings all day long near her nest. The poem above by Joyce Rupp reminds me so eloquently the devotion, focus, and passion that praying unceasingly would take. I love the question she poses. As I hear this bird sing I too wish for the ever longing connection like the wren that fills the air with the endless song of affection and devotion for the One that holds everything in complete and endless love.