Little blue bird

The little blue bird coursing through the sunset,

17 miles per hour, fleeting and small,

Flying through the atmosphere's silhouette.

There were eagles and storks, and striking black hawks,

To whom, the world didn’t seem so boundless.

Yet to this little blue bird, her troubles seemed countless.

She investigated far off places with a certain romance.

She saw the character of God in the playfulness of the earth’s creatures.

And she flew in awe, though her troubles followed her, she had a God given freedom.

His adoration for her, painted in the glaze of the oceans, and the sky’s color.

His sweetness tasted in the berries she ate, and His strength in the direction of the wind that guided her.

Just as water reflects the face, so one’s life reflects the heart,

And to this little blue bird,

Dodging glass clouds were her art.

Even in the unsettling chill, she wandered,

Watching the world from a safer distance,

Seeking His soul in His creation beneath her.

(Does this love have a name? Is it Jesus, am I his? I live in faith that it is and that I am. )