A Golden Shovel poem in honor of the finches nesting on my front door, the miracle of new life, and faith. Reshared as a stand-alone from my April 1st Spiritual Journey post, in recognition of National Poetry Month. A Holy Week celebratory hymn based on the words of Christ: Behold, I am making all things new (Revelation 21:5, ESV).
I come to the sanctuary in the cool of the day to behold
these moments of Earth’s remembering, an altar call where I
respond, walking the greening aisle just as I am
to a fanfare of wingbeats and music-making.
Holy holy holy, I surrender all
in wordless doxology on the returning. Let all things
their Creator bless, with ancient morningsong, yet ever new.
shared for Poetry Friday, with thanks to Mary Lee for hosting the Roundup
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This is a gorgeous golden shovel. Wishing you a blessed Easter and a happy spring.
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Thank you, Tricia; Easter blessings and ongoing spring joy to you also.
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So glad to revisit your lovely nest! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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Many thanks, Ruth. I have a sign on my door to keep folks away until our finch babies hatch and fly off. Will be interesting to see how many eggs we get!
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Birds nests are such miracles of engineering, designed to hold magic of creation. You weave the sprit of Easter with your words.
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Nests ARE such miracles of engineering (hand-made with no hands!). There’s a poignant artistry to them as well. Thank you for your lovely words.
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I love the idea of the ancient as ever new.
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Many thanks, Mary Lee.
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I love the verse you chose for your golden shovel. So appropriate. May your Easter be blessed with new life.
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Thank you, Christine – Easter blessings to you and all yours as well.
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I felt moved by the blessings in your poem. The fanfare of wing beats, Holy, holy, holy and wordless doxology. New life in the nest, renewal for all Christian’s at Easter. What a beautiful sight at your door. Have you seen Donna Marie Merritt’s book of Bible poems? She is posting some on fb. You might like them.
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I haven’t seen Merritt’s book; I must check it out. I so appreciate your words and your amazing resources!
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After a second reading…I love this poem even more. It’s sacred in tone. It calls me to the sacred.
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Still getting my way through all the posts, Fran. That is so great that you have the nest so near. I love your special poem about it, you walking “to a fanfare of wingbeats and music-making”.
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Many thanks, Linda!
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What a lovely gift of new life to find and celebrate with your poem. AT our old house we had birds that came back year after year to build a nest on the wreath on our front door. Our going in and out didn’t seem to bother them.
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I have to remind myself that as fragile as these creatures seem to be, they are quite capable and perfectly equipped to survive. It fascinates me how the finches choose to live in such close proximity to humans. A gift, indeed.
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Lovely! Uplifting and moving. I’m glad you shared it again. xo
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Thank you so much, Tabatha ❤
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