The birds

After Matthew 6:25-34 

They fly and flutter, chirp

and squawk, soar and sing,

land to find the wayward,

unsuspecting worm or mouse

or chipmunk or other, edible

delights. They build their nests

with grass and twigs and

whatever’s at hand, even mud

(where do they get mud from?).

They don’t have, or need,

therapists. They ignore Facebook

and Twitter, their own tweets

more to their liking. They go 

about their work and day, 

knowing what they’re

supposed to do, what they’re

called to do. They’re always

provided for.

 

And if we’re loved

more than the birds, 

won’t we also be cared for?

Doesn’t he care for what

he loves even more?

 

Photograph by Jeremy Hynes via Unsplash. Used with permission.