Songs of life were swirling above her, it called to her as she walked by…as much as she wanted to be part of it, to enter into the flow swirling around her, she didn’t believe she could fit in. Tempestuous dreams fluttered in her heart, stirred her imagination, causing an ache in the back of her throat. The longing like buried seeds seem to sprout…how fearful it was to trust something she never held before.
Then like a song, that sings over and over in our minds, barely uttering on our lips, a song that haunts us day long, the message of the words broke forth…If we cannot join the song of life that sings to us, tempting us to take part…we can give one feather at a time, one step, one word, one leaf…maybe we cannot do what we desire, maybe we cannot give our whole self just yet….nevertheless, we can honor our desire by giving it one small gesture at a time.
Surely a nest is made in such a way.
photo: In Pompeii there is an archway, this is a small example of the amazing carving that still stands…Brave truth that the song of life does reach out to us, and we can endure many a storm.
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