The Blessing of a Bird

With the front door open to the warm summer afternoon, it was almost impossible to carry on a conversation inside the door because of the loud boisterous crisp music being offered by a tiny Carolina Wren who was sitting and singing on the porch railing.  It seemed that the creation needed a song and this  small winged creature had been given charge of providing the music.  It was so loud I finally got up to see the songbird and, of course, as my presence filled the door, the song ended and the brown bird flitted to a nearby tree.    

There are so many moments during the course of the day when blessings are poured out upon us from surprising sources and from the smallest things of creation.  They have come recently as I have watched the deep green corn stalks soaring into the air above the rest of the garden, or as order re-appears from the passing mower, or as a neighbor's sunflowers stretch so far into the sky they seem to have become a part of it.  So many things within the creation bring blessing to us.  So many things stir our hearts to expressions of gratitude.     

The beginning story of creation speaks of how God put us in this garden known as creation.  And though many of us live as those who sense separation from the creation rather than connection to it, there are always those reminders that it is full of divine blessings for us to know along the way.  Even as the Carolina Wren brought a musical blessing to me on this summer afternoon, may the part of the creation I have been entrusted to tend provide a safe place for the songbird to praise its Creator.