Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~Emily Dickinson
I took out my window screen to put in a fan. I turned off the fan when I left the house. I came home and was home for an hour before I realized that there was a sparrow hiding in the corner of my room: I heard it rustle. It didn't move as I came towards it, but it didn't look petrified. It just looked at me. I betrayed his trust but saved his life (there is a cat) by throwing a towel over him and then tossing him out the window.
I feel like someone has thrown a towel over me and tossed me out the window. Only question is whether I can fly away sputtering madly but free, too.
3 comments:
Amanda,
My prayers are with you. They stay with you and fly around your head. Sometimes they hide and then pop out and surprise you, or peek out like a prairie dog from its hole.
God is with you too, working for your healing. Jesus did not come for the healthy but for the sick. That is why we often are most aware of God when we are at our most broken.
Blessings to you,
Will
We saved many birds with a towel over the head in my childhood. They would fly down the chimney in the summer, following insects, and become stuck, banging around in there, until we freed them - and then we chased them around the house as they brained themselves on our windows. I think about those birds avoiding our grasp and banging on the windows sometimes when I find myself repeating some fruitless move in the hope of freedom from God's implacable grasp. But when I relax and he catches me, he is always gentle in placing me where I can truly spread my wings. I hope that you find yourself spreading your wings, Amanda.
Wow. Amanda, I have never forgotten you, and you were one of the most memorable roommates I had at the school. I'm praying for God to take you in trust and healing- and that you may be surprised by joy, in time. If you ever want to play catch-up, just leave me a note in comments or a message. Peace be with you!
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