I love the Lord because he hears my voice
and my prayer for mercy.
Because he bends down to listen,
I will pray as long as I have breath! – Psalm 116:1-2
Over the past two months we did not put out any bird food. First, it’s summer and Wake Forest has also been wet – so our feathered friends had been doing very well without our help. At the same time we have been hosting a family of hawks and I didn’t want to lure any songbirds to an untimely demise.
Then last week the hawks moved on. The other birds have already started to come back so I sweetened the pot by replenishing the feeders. The hardest to photograph are the hummingbirds, but once I was successful I set my sights a little higher and went for “hummingbird in flight.” And so, via a mixture of luck and persistence, I grabbed the images you see here (plus the nuthatch coming in to land at his favorite feeder).
A Natural Invitation to Prayer:
Early this morning I took my coffee out onto the deck just to watch, intentionally disconnecting for a few precious moments from the fetid panoply of human decay spattered across the news-cycle like forensic evidence in a crime scene.
No camera – just me appreciating the exquisite beauty of these little guys in flight. They went for the feeder, they sampled some of the blooms in the garden, and they even buzzed around near me, hovering just in front of where I was sitting, looking curiously before darting away again.
“I will pray as long as I have breath,” the Psalmist writes. This morning, experiencing the birds in the cool morning air, surrounded by what is simple and good, prayer was indeed as easy as breathing.
You will keep in perfect peace
those whose minds are steadfast,
because they trust in you. – Isaiah 26:3