“Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?” (Matthew 6:26)
A blue egg, I was, gently placed in a nest
I wasn’t alone, but I considered myself blessed
Here I was, having fun, hopeful, at rest
That is, until I realized there was not only one but two other guests.
My blue egg cracked, and there I was
Living the life with …. wait … oh no … pause!
This seems hardly the time to give a hearty applause
These couldn’t be robins, in fact, who are these guys?
Their beaks hanging open, and oh, those very large eyes
Their singing voices off kilter — indeed, more like cries
But in soon time, we three became friends and similarly wise
For we knew that in thirteen days, our destiny was to fly
So in the interim, we wondered at life, asking many a why
About the abundance of joy, the horizons, the big blue sky
And at what point, we — each and every one of us — would fly high
Over time, we grew bigger — still together in the nest,
Content that we are sheltered in His arms — and forever blessed.
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