I’ve not seen a bird discouraged.
I’ve nursed many a feathered friend found after some fall or entanglement or left for dead by some taunting cat, but I never saw discouragement in their eyes, only gratitude and determination.
Be not discouraged. Broken birds still find the sky.
I’ve not seen a winter downhearted.
I’ve seen them stark and sparse. Trees barren against the cold winds. Earth all shades of spent brown. But I never witnessed a winter cry as it melted into spring. I never felt it ask for more.
Be not downhearted. Winter stands satisfied with what is.
I’ve not heard the leaves fearful.
I’ve watched them grow green from narrow branches. I’ve taken shade in their glory days and heard them chant lullabies to the stars on windy nights. But I never heard them express fear. Their green changing to orange and yellow and red and the final brown bow proceeding their fall to earth.
Be not fearful. Leaves dance all the way down.
I’ve not heard the rocks overwhelmed.
I’ve seen them pushed by water and worn into smoothness they did not ask for. I’ve seen them fall from great mountain heights and land in ways that shattered them. But I never heard them express overwhelm by what was out of their control.
Be not overwhelmed. Rocks are steadfast in peace.
We are not birds nor winter nor leaves or rocks.
We are not meant to disengage the heart and mind in ways that make us inhuman,
and yet there is solace in their ways.
The geese fly their sacred skyways, singing as they go.
And we?
We need not lose hope in this winding life, bewildering as it may be.
We must simply bear our souls to the Breath that is life and
sigh our sighs with longing and with joy.
Kathy Fuller Guisewite
January 27, 2018
I’ve nursed many a feathered friend found after some fall or entanglement or left for dead by some taunting cat, but I never saw discouragement in their eyes, only gratitude and determination.
Be not discouraged. Broken birds still find the sky.
I’ve not seen a winter downhearted.
I’ve seen them stark and sparse. Trees barren against the cold winds. Earth all shades of spent brown. But I never witnessed a winter cry as it melted into spring. I never felt it ask for more.
Be not downhearted. Winter stands satisfied with what is.
I’ve not heard the leaves fearful.
I’ve watched them grow green from narrow branches. I’ve taken shade in their glory days and heard them chant lullabies to the stars on windy nights. But I never heard them express fear. Their green changing to orange and yellow and red and the final brown bow proceeding their fall to earth.
Be not fearful. Leaves dance all the way down.
I’ve not heard the rocks overwhelmed.
I’ve seen them pushed by water and worn into smoothness they did not ask for. I’ve seen them fall from great mountain heights and land in ways that shattered them. But I never heard them express overwhelm by what was out of their control.
Be not overwhelmed. Rocks are steadfast in peace.
We are not birds nor winter nor leaves or rocks.
We are not meant to disengage the heart and mind in ways that make us inhuman,
and yet there is solace in their ways.
The geese fly their sacred skyways, singing as they go.
And we?
We need not lose hope in this winding life, bewildering as it may be.
We must simply bear our souls to the Breath that is life and
sigh our sighs with longing and with joy.
Kathy Fuller Guisewite
January 27, 2018
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