The Empty Nest
Whose tired wings here used to rest,
upon this intricate, empty nest?
Too messy to be a robin’s bed,
perhaps cardinal lay here instead.
I can see a blue jay scolding here,
any predator that came too near;
yet I think he would build higher though,
to better see who come and go.
Maybe the musical mockingbird’s
fledglings’ notes here first occurred;
then when strong enough, they took wing,
left this nest and even now sing.
No speckled eggs or powder blue,
no feathers found to give a clue;
whose feathered wings from here once flew?
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Have you ever watched a bird build its nest? Watched them
hop across the ground to gather twigs, leaves, mud, even bits of trash for that
purpose? My mother once noticed a wren gathering bits of hair she had thrown
out after cutting my father’s hair. After that day, she placed all haircut
trimmings in a plastic bag and hung it outside for them to collect. One brave
little wren got carried away though and one day landed on Mom’s head and began
tugging away at the hair still attached. We still laugh about that to this day.
They are amazing, these winged-weavers of creation!
All birds and their nest have some things in common; and
yet, at the same time each is unique in their own way. Sounds a lot like people
doesn’t it…the same, but different? Consider this, if a little bird can take
broken bits and pieces of discarded “nothing” and tuck and weave it together to create a home, a place to
take shelter, a place to lay eggs and raise their young; how much more can
the Creator of those creatures, the Lord of our own lives, take our broken
pieces and weave something wonderful from them?
Next time you see a bird’s nest, think of the work a tiny
creature put into creating it and take hope. Just as they wove broken pieces
into something beautiful, God is still weaving His astounding work in you!
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