The Gift of a Bird's Nest

One of the many feathered friends that came to visit us... Photo Credit: My husband

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Kathy King

The Gift of a Bird’s Nest

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul, 

And sings the tune without words,

And never stops at all.

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity, 

It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson

Hope has been written about many times.

It springs eternal. 

It lives in the soul and mind. 

Hope sometimes seems a bit far away.

But if you tap into the music of your soul, it will march into the fray.

It will march in some circumstances like that of a small bird. 

Small taps, small flutters, small chirps on the wing of the bird. 

Other times hope marches in like a lion, roaring and making big waves. 

In both circumstances, hope will make a way. 

It is stored inside you, it may take a little time.

But if you keep searching, it will come in its good time. 

Tap into that hope, that prayer, and reverie. 

Make that hope like the stubborn bird that makes its little nest. 

It may look little but it can withstand the test. 

The test of rain, wind, bitter cold, and heat. 

Make that nest of hope inside you, draw from its strong nest. 

When you find it, hold on to it. 

You can withstand this test. 

Things may look bleak, you may not know what to do. 

But dear reader, hope can show you the path and fly you to a better place. 

Build that nest of hope. 

Let it be an anchor to your soul. 

When you need it, that hope will be there. 

To guide your precious soul. 

Today I have pondered hope a great deal. I have written about it quite a lot. I recently saved Emily Dickinson’s poem because I had never pondered the concept of hope being much like a bird. During the time when we spent a lot of time in our home, we decided we wanted to feed the birds. We bought a big bag of bird seed and set it out on the back porch. Each morning as we rose, we heard the bird song that greeted each and every day. Before daylight had touched our eyes the birds were flying to our back porch to partake of our bird seed. They had no idea just how much their daily habits gave us hope. Why? Well, first the colors of the birds and the variety. I counted as many as 15 different varieties and colors of birds that came each morning to feast. They sang, brought their little birds and then took a moment to bathe in our bird bath. There was a pigeon couple that came daily to partake. It was a picture of hope. Of course the squirrels and chipmunks came to feast as well. One day, a giant hawk came and perched himself on the porch to see if he could partake of a meal. The squirrels and chipmunks scampered off but the birds remained close by. They knew the danger was fleeting and they knew they could come back. As we watched these birds they taught us that in the rain, storms, punishing wind, bitter cold, soul sucking heat, and the days in between the birds were always there. They were faithful no matter what the circumstance. That is hope. Hope is discipline. Hope is showing up even when it is hard. Hope is pulling from that well spring, that nest that is within you to keep going. I leave you with this quote: “Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.” Rabindranath Tagore

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