A bare-boned tree in winter may pale beside one in all its summer glory. But I notice the birds are no less appreciative of finding a place to perch, to take food placed out for them, filtering through the day’s offerings.
Their small movements remind me the Kingdom of God is built on MOVEMENT. On our ability to sift through. To perch. To appreciate what we receive and move on, to give to others in sparker seasons. From summer to winter we grow.
FOR MORE, a poem on this theme, “At the same time,” appears in my book “Outside the Fairy Tale”