Rest

©jamesaudubon

©jamesaudubon

Trio of red-breasted robins

Singing sweetly in the bare tree

Outside my window.

 

I only noticed

Because I heard

My cat speaking to them

In quiet cat clips

As cats are wont to do.

 

She hunches, not moving a muscle.

The birds perch, warming themselves

In the soft morning sun.

 

I pause

in the embrace

of my feline, snuggled next to me now;

in the notes

of our feathered friends, singing hymns of praise and love;

in my Father, Lover of life

who bestows His grace and greeting upon us

with radiant refrain

5 comments

  1. Beautiful. I’m right there….

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  2. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music and love for one’s neighbor would be a great deal of happiness.

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    1. Sounds lovely, sounds like what we are called to do, sounds like joy and peace and abiding in the Spirit.

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      1. I’m glad you liked it and thank you for your wonderful affirming words.

        GOD bless you…

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