Wednesday, March 02, 2016

To Birds Gone Bye

[Last week I said goodbye to the hundreds of thousands of Robins and other birds that had migrated to the small forest behind our complex. For three months their sheer numbers and artistry in the sky have entranced me. Then all of a sudden, they were gone. I knew it was coming, but dreaded it. I had to mourn the loss of this unique display of beauty, one that we’ve never seen before. Every morning about thirty minutes before sunrise they would take off in massive rivers piercing the dawning sky, a process that would take ten minutes because of their sheer numbers. Every sunset they would return, flooding the trees with their song and stories. As soon as the sun was set, they had all nested in the trees further back, still making noise but no longer seen.

It’s amazing how I can hear the unique individual bird calls now that were drowned out by the Robins. I am learning to see God not just in the massive flocks but once again in the single bird; not just in the big and impressive but in the simple, quiet presence of one or two things. Every day this week the Lord has sent Rabbits to accompany me on my walks, a scampering reminder of the tenderness caring for our world.

Anyway, I decided to write a goodbye poem to the birds. Until next time, compadres.]

The sky seems
so empty
so quiet

I’ve grown
to the sounds
to the sights
of thousands upon thousands
overflowing artistry
weaving skillfully
slicing through
God’s atmosphere


But this is the migratory way,
the turning of the seasons
from emptiness to fullness
and back again
and again
and again.


Kevin Riddle said...

Amen! Really enjoyed your poem. Like Elijah, I see that God is not just in the big things, but there is that gentle whisper of His presence that speaks so loudly to my soul. Whether one bird or a whole flock, one person or a whole crowd, I pray we see the beauty of God in all that He is doing!

Scott said...

Thanks, Kevin! Glad you enjoyed it. I pray that prayer along with you!