For the mama birds

Dear little robin:
There you sit
day by day
caring for your little ones
upon your nest of twigs
beneath blue skies or sunshine or rain —
waiting.

Patiently
you care for your nest,
for your little birds.
Your babies do not understand
your time,
your sacrifice.
Yet,
there you sit —
waiting.

You know, mama bird,
why you sit.
You know the reward
for your patience.
You know
that God will bless you
for your effort
as you care for your nest —
waiting.

Dear mama:
There you are
day by day
caring for your little ones
inside your nest of brick or stone
amid blue skies or sunshine or rain —
waiting.

Patiently
you care for your nest,
for your little birds.
Your babies do not understand
your time,
your sacrifice.
Yet,
there you are —
waiting.

You know, dear mama,
why you sit.
You know the reward
for your patience.
You know
that God will bless you
for your effort
as you care for your nest —
waiting.

 

Photo credit: Anna Sjoblom via Unsplash

2 thoughts on “For the mama birds

  1. So lovely, Bethany. I watch the birds everyday. We have many since I have feeders. They are a reminder of God’s beauty, His grace and His provision. Thank you for this sweet poem.

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