Spring robins search not rewards; finches, nor bluebird a winged sword. Wingtips spread, embraced by wind; acceptance over pedestrian spin. Secrets shared in flock and furrow; seeds and crawler for blessed morrow. Vultures witness grace in decay; shading pride, heart unpaid. Sparrows enrobed colors for flight; teach men daily songs of delight.
I've been vacationing in the mountains of Canada for the past few days and was hoping to encounter a variety of birds. To my disappointment only a puffed Grouse and many Magpies have shown up. Nevertheless I remember the verse, Matthew 6:26 Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? - So why should I be disappointed, I am beyond grateful for all God has already done for me.