Wednesday, January 18, 2012

In God's hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all humankind.

The birds found the feeder today - or maybe it was a day or two ago.  It seemed to me yesterday, although I wasn't sure, that the level of food had gone down.  But today, I knew. I saw them.  Five or so, tiny little chickadees - muted in color, but not in voice, black and grey - elaborately light of being, with heads a little like a blue jay's, hanging for dear life off the feeder - pecking and flapping away.  Then came a big red-headed woodpecker - with his comely black and white striped coat.  The feeder swung to and fro as he flew between it and the trunk of the tree - pecking and chirping as he secured bugs and seeds galore.  He shook enough food out of he feeder that it provided a seed shower for several birds on the ground - like Portia's mercy, not strained, but falling, gently, like the rain, and twice blessed - abundant and undeserved grace upon him that takes and him that gives.  A lovely cardinal arrived with his plump wife of orange beak - and Deacon and I hid behind the blind in the dining room, watching and watching as they flitted here and there - enjoying the feast.  God giving food in due season....

"But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds of the air, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish of the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this? In God's hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all humankind."
                                                                                                                                          Job 12:7-10 

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