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.

 

Lucky Find

“Anything looked at closely 
becomes wonderful.”
A. R. Ammons

The Bough and the Bird

                        If  I keep a green bough in my heart, a singing bird will
                               come.

Love of Spring

 

 

It's spring,

and everywhere we look 

we see signs of love...

Circle of Time

   Suppose that time would be a circle, bending back on itself.  And everything beautiful and precious would repeat itself, precisely, endlessly.  It would be again that same glimpse and same moment of beautiful discovery. How wonderful that discovery is no matter how many times the circle bends back on itself. With each season, each moment in time the hope and sense of anticipation looms ever so brightly.

Easter 2015

 

 

Happy Easter 2015