Mud is not bad for nest building.
Mud and sticks
And a fallen feather or two will do
And require no reaching.
I could rest there, with my tiny ones,
Sound for the season, at least.
But-
If I may fly awhile -
If I may cut through a sunset going out
And a rainbow coming back,
Color upon color sealed in my eyes -
If I may have the unboundaried skies
For my study,
Clouds, cities, rivers for my rooms -
If I may search the centuries
For melody and meaning -
If I may try for the sun-
I shall come back
Bearing such beauties
Gleaned from God's and man's very best.
I shall come filled.
And then -
Oh, the nest that I can build!
8 comments:
You always say the most amazing things. Thanks for always being so uplifting in your posts. Lucys talk was adorable. Yay for sweet girls! Sometimes I look at the little ones around me, and feel overwhelmed knowing what great spirits reside in those little bodies. Enjoy your spring! (Spencer is huge!)
I know I say this a lot, but
I really like you all.
That's it. I miss you.
The easy way isn't always the best way, is it?
Adorable photo. Spencer is such a little man. You're going to stay skinny toting him around.
Love the poem. Love the picture. And love Lucy's new quote!
A favorite verse of mine! Favorite faces!
Ah.... and I like the new format also... !
Your new header is charming, Lori. I need some HTML lessons!
And that poem? Do you know it is one of my absolute favorites? On the page right next door to the Bread Baking poem in my Carol Lynn Pearson collection :)
There's just no arguing the fact that we're supposed to be friends.
Everytime I look at Spuds little face on the top, I just have to laugh right out loud!!
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