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“ I strain towards the future, eyes focused on the far away past empty, quiet gray, like looking for a hummingbird in the snow. I squint at fine twig lines as they slice across white over green in front of the dormant sienna. I spy her there, a gemstone stately in her royal stance among…
The chickadees are arguing using their mad voices to fight over the millet and sunflowers– Here’s a sweet ‘chirp’, there’s an insistent, “cuh, cuh, cuh” and another voice–“chick-a-dee, dee, dee.” It’s a Bird Boardroom Brawl, voices of different timbres and tempo arguing about what’s on the menu. They sound as if they’re starving, staking out…
This shady place, shrouded in quiet and the shushing of trees… this cathedral of water-sounds borne on leaves. Here is worship– in the wind– bending carillon chimes blowing clouds, leaving blue. I hear birdsong as they raise their voices in praise. Echoing, answering– “Do you hear Him? Is He not wonderful, our Creator God?” I…