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.