Winter birdsong
Small singing birds make me think of prayer. I’m not sure if it’s the metaphor of prayers as birds that attracts me or the thought that prayer and birdsong might be twinned. Which is more fitting?
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A new Noah’s ark? How about a renewed Garden of Eden
If humanity’s two original callings were to name the animals and to serve/keep the garden, then protecting marshlands and their myriad species is a gloriously human vocation.
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A wealth of wilderness
At camp, I discovered a beauty that keeps going.
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Our long walk
That’s how prayer works, I thought. Prayer is holding hands.
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What are you not seeing?
For so many years, I missed this annual wave of feathers and song. While I have always enjoyed watching common backyard birds (finches, cardinals, jays, juncos and chickadees), I assumed that beautiful, multi-colored birds were a unique preserve of more tropical regions.
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Microcosm equivalence
The God who so loved the cosmos, no doubt loves the micro-cosmos, too.
