The Nest

The photos — clockwise: Cordilleran Flycatcher mama sitting on the nest; Papa bird watching from the tree; Mama taking a break; the eggs in the nest.

So fragile, this nest,
sitting on the electrical box,
barely sheltered from the wind and the rain.

So fragile, these eggs,
life growing within,
nurtured by the warmth
of a mother’s tiny body.

Life begins,
life grows,
life comes forth
from miraculous beginnings.

Shelter these lives,
Great God of Creation,
Source of all that has been,
all that is,
and all that is to come.

Thank you, Creator,
for eyes to see
intricate nests,
tiny birds,
speckled eggs.

We delight in your Creation.

Photos and prayer © Beth A. Richardson

 
 
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