Tuesday, April 12, 2022

morning Lent day twenty-five

three species of birds
this morning
at the feeder
designed for 

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

Saturday, April 2, 2022

early morning, Lent, day eighteen

I wake early with a psalm
singing in my soul
perhaps I had been 
praying it 
in my sleep
our small choir
the psalm 
on Sunday mornings
this must have been one recently
sung or rehearsed

I wake again at 
hearing six notes from an
so clearly
I sit up in wonder
there is no organ here

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."