Upon arriving
at church
to teach a lesson
on the work of
the Holy Spirit
what should greet me
but the wafting fragrance
of cinnamon coffee
brewing serenely
so good and perfect
restoring my soul
even though the world
is no less broken
it is no less loved
for God so loved
as I read
the Scripture
sipping my
cinnamon infusion
what should appear
on the windowsill
but a little bird
looking through
the glass
at our class
a swallow
who’s built her nest
under the eaves
Even the sparrow
has found a home,
and the swallow
a nest for herself,
where she may have
her young—
a place near your altar,
Lord Almighty,
my King and my God
they know, birds
they know
wingbeats flutter
in my struggling
human heart
it’s all
the work
of the Spirit
I came to teach
I am being taught
I know
I know
my cup
runneth over
lit bits and pieces 
Beautiful words. I am glad such moments come to us and we are ready learn from them. Thank you.
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Thank you also for your words, Lakshmi – always uplifting.
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I enjoy the presence of birds in your writing. And, impressively, you take the cliched cup and reassert the old metaphor freshly.
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I have to ask myself what it is about birds that sparks this great affinity. Flight, of course. Building nests so perfectly, without hands. Artistry, tenacity, unified efforts…they simply fill me with awe. Even predatory birds like hawks – fiercely beautiful. Thank you for your words, Paul.
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That verse is one of my favorites … “even the sparrow finds a home…” 😌
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It’s a reassuring verse – I love watching birds. Winged messengers, they are. Thank you for your words.
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