Shift Change: Poemy Thoughts

Winter’s dissolving.

Over our heads, Pacific Flyway

flocks stretch for miles,

those widgeons, godwits, geese,

bound for northern nests

where they’ll lay their beginnings.

In this cold, storm-broken world,

everywhere, everywhere, intrepid birds rally

toward a season of firsts.

Earthbound, I watch the shift.

My resolve drafting their flight.

Will you join me?

We can slipstream our own newness.

What will mine be?

Yours?

Let’s follow the beauties,

the true things.

Choose them regardless.

Nest in Hope.

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The above, illustrated in posts from earlier this week:

Wing theme.

“The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the pinions and plumage of love?”

—Job 39:13

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Love, underfoot.

“So remember this and keep it firmly in mind: The LORD is God both in heaven and on earth, and there is no other.”

—Deuteronomy 4:39

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Out for groceries.

(Check those talons!)

“…Your heavenly Father feeds them.”—Matthew 6:26b

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Kilroy, here.

(Mt. Shuksan sunrise.)

“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you.”

—Psalm 143:8

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Thanks for reading, friends. And for traveling the seasons with me. So glad you’re here.

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