Blue sky (04.14.2024)

The sky is blue,

The pond moves in response to the touch of the wind,

Creating ripples and waves above the surface

Across from me, past the plants that are still beige from the winter snow,

A crane stands pretty.

Another one of the Fathers wondrous creatures,

He stands out in contrasting gray against the beige, brown, and faint green landscape

I’m too far away to get a good picture

But I know in my memories

This will stay, another snapshot of God’s amazing artwork

A crow stands on a lamppost

Crying out

Maybe in protest

Or maybe this is how he worships God

I am interrupted by a beautiful sort of chirping from above

Two white birds chase each other, wings stretched, flapping and singing away until I can no longer see them

Then the winds dies down and I’m back to admiring the beautiful bird across the pond

When two ducks make their way past the crane, a mallard and a brown female, I wonder if they said hi to one another in a language I don’t understand

A seagull gently lands on the water and floats alone vocalizing in another language I don’t know, when another does the same, wings spread out and gently landing on the surface of the dark blue water

A second crow lands on the lamppost beside me, cawing the same as the first,

Slightly interrupting the worship song blaring through my headphones,

I am reminded that we are all part of Gods creation

And maybe as we all sit here, alive, enjoying the same plants and landscape,

That this in itself is a form of worship

All coming together, separately,

Unable to communicate to one another

But each worshiping God the only way we know how

The sky is blue

I am writing again

And I’m starting to think these birds are worshipping too.