A PRAYER

If I could I would zip the voices stirring up storms within I would live one day at a time not worrying about tomorrows trusting they’re in God’s hands. But if I could not Pray I’d still sing like sparrows in a wintry morning. To the sparrows who are ever present no matter the season.

I AM A SPARROW

I am a sparrow humble and plain I do not soar like the eagle majestic in its wings nor cast a spell like the thrush when it opens its beak and sings. I will disappear when arrayed with feathered friends I am just  a patch of earth when compared  to other birds. Should I then

SPARROWS

“Lord, according to Thy words, I have considered Thy birds; And I find their life good, And better the better understood; Sowing neither corn nor wheat,” “They have all that they can eat; Reaping no more than they sow. They have all they can stow; Having neither barn nor store, Hungry again, they eat more.”

WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: Friendship

All of these photos were taken from our kitchen window at different times, of course.   🙂  I wish they are the same birds.  But for purposes of the challenge, I pretend that they are.  And since I am already pretending, in my little universe, they are singing to each other –  WINTER SPRING SUMMER