I heard it most clearly
It continued through the night.
I’d wake and hear it’s shrill and consistent cry.
Then, drifting back as opportunity allowed, only to be roused again.
A solitary bird, must be a baby I decided…somehow stranded, lost, seeking to be found.
So, morning comes and the dogs must have heard it too.
So anxious to be let out
Rushing through the door, bolting towards back yard, barking frantically at the sky, full retrieval mode.
Barking and circling the yard, looking up from rain-soaked trunks, tracking the cry of a solitary bird.
Where are you?
What do you need?
Their barks, a seeking and determined banter.
And I followed behind, just as intent, looking up towards skinny and broken pine limbs way up high.
Looking to find the place of this needy, deliberate, and insisting cry.
Others joined, a variety of bird, more melodic as daylight pushed its way through drizzled gray.
The lone bird’s cry paused, finally.
Had been responded to, so grew softer then, more expectant.
Not so shrill, not so impatiently anxious.
The morning then, a harmonious repose.
So. as the morning goes, I find myself in my familiar place.
Jotting, reading, praying, sipping coffee and finding words.
Opening my heart, it’s an effortless sort of graceful gift.
God hears my silent and seeking cry again.
As my thoughts become settled and silent.
God’s words making sense every morning.
Easy in the silence.
The Lord will fight for you, and you only have to be silent.