morning Lent day twenty-five

three

three species of birds

this morning

at the feeder

designed for 

one

the hummingbird

comes early

with his tiny

needle-like beak in the feeder

& drinks of the nectar

the finches

male & female

fly back and forth

their beaks not created 

for this feeder

but they find a way 

& drink of the nectar

the brilliant hooded oriole

back after an absence

(where does he go?)

angles his beak just so

& drinks of the nectar

three species of birds

are filled from 

one feeder

tended to by 

this human

who watches in 

the mornings 

and adores their 

songs of thanks

early morning, Lent, day eighteen

I wake early with a psalm

refrain

singing in my soul

perhaps I had been 

praying it 

in my sleep

our small choir

sings

the psalm 

on Sunday mornings

this must have been one recently

sung or rehearsed

I wake again at 

daybreak

hearing six notes from an

organ

so clearly

I sit up in wonder

searching

there is no organ here

downstairs

with my tea I settle in

to read the Words from the 

Daily Lectionary

Psalm first,

as usual,

my soul sings again

"O God, you are my God;

    eagerly I seek you."