Spreading their song

It sounds like heavy rain falling on a tin roof.  Rolling over I see the sun shining through the cracks in the blinds.  I push myself out of bed, shuffle across the room and look out the window.  

There are hundreds of blackbirds filling the trees. They fill every spare space, perching from the base of the branch to the very tip top.  They are chattering and chirping – a raucous crowd.  

 
I wonder if it is like a get together of distant relative or old friends.  Perhaps they are discussing how things have been as they migrate from north to south and back again.  Or even better, are they simply giving praise, thanks to the one who created them.  Loudly they sing of His glory so early in the morning.


With a flap of wings they flutter and circle the field outside my window.  It seems like chaos as they rise and swoop and settle.  After several adjustments and periods of chattering they take wing, rising like a wide black cloud and soar in unison spreading their song north.

“But ask the animals, and they will teach you,
   or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; 

In His hand is the life of every creature
   and the breath of all mankind. 

“To God belongs wisdom and power;
   counsel and understanding are His.”  Job 12:7,10,13

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At Seedlings in Stone Mondays are for sharing...

"On, In and Around Mondays (which partly means you can post any day and still add a link) is an invitation to write from where you are. Tell us what is on, in, around (over, under, near, by...) you. Feel free to write any which way... compose a tight poem or just ramble for a few paragraphs. But we should feel a sense of place. Would you like to try?"

Today I am sharing the link.