Oh, Megan. This is so beautiful. I can picture you with that woman. I can hear your kind voice embracing her even before your arms do. From one four to another, thank God for the beauty of the earth that bursts forth in every season, and thank God for people like you who let their love flow out into the world. (And you poem? All those bird voices took me in and carried me away!)
The Millay poem is so good. I'm copying it into my notebook.
I love the way you weave the very specific birds' songs into your poem, not just a generic idea of birdsong, but the particular songs of the wood thrush and the red-shouldered hawk and the Cassin's sparrow and the black-capped vireo and the canyon wren.
"When you started singing, grace came out and I could finally breathe."
"We came in worn, left free, left we."
Oh, Megan - this may be the loveliest story of grace, of one being the arms and voice of Jesus I've read in a long while. Goose bumps and raised palms here. Appreciate you:)
This treatment center has been on my delivery list for three years now, and being with these women is such a blessing, especially the year I got to come on Christmas Day.
"grace came out." Wow. I cried reading this; cried through the whole thing, actually. I think I might be a 4. Can we share the box of crayons?
There will always be enough crayons for those of us who are slayed by beauty.
Oh, Megan. This is so beautiful. I can picture you with that woman. I can hear your kind voice embracing her even before your arms do. From one four to another, thank God for the beauty of the earth that bursts forth in every season, and thank God for people like you who let their love flow out into the world. (And you poem? All those bird voices took me in and carried me away!)
Laura, I was so hoping you'd come over here and read my little birdy poem, because I knew if anyone would appreciate it, you would.
I am not at all a birder like you, but I do have a fat folder of bird poems. I can't stop writing them.
Have a lovely day, my friend.
It’s a beautiful poem and my day is richer for the reading!
The Millay poem is so good. I'm copying it into my notebook.
I love the way you weave the very specific birds' songs into your poem, not just a generic idea of birdsong, but the particular songs of the wood thrush and the red-shouldered hawk and the Cassin's sparrow and the black-capped vireo and the canyon wren.
Excellent! It's so good.
Yes, these are all local birds.
"No fear of anywhere Jesus is."
"God is with us. He's legit."
"When you started singing, grace came out and I could finally breathe."
"We came in worn, left free, left we."
Oh, Megan - this may be the loveliest story of grace, of one being the arms and voice of Jesus I've read in a long while. Goose bumps and raised palms here. Appreciate you:)
Thanks so much, Katie.
This treatment center has been on my delivery list for three years now, and being with these women is such a blessing, especially the year I got to come on Christmas Day.
Love, love, love this Megan. I'm not a 4 - not even close - but I do have 4-ish moments.
Thank you, Patricia. I hope you enjoy those moments when they come.