I am listening to the prayers of birds each morning. They wake me well before daylight. In particular, a robin pours out his praises. I open the window to better hear the pure liquid notes. I let his ministrations to the morning be my prayer too. He is singing in the dark, not a ray of light yet evident. I borrow this hope, yearn to make it my own.
Soon other birds join in, near and far. The robin has begun a chorus of worship. They are all singing now – spotted towhees, song sparrows, chickadees, wrens, juncos – all harkening the slight gradation of light in the eastern sky.
Their songs pull light up from the edges of the horizon. Love lifts the shade.
Reading this and listening to the morning songs of the doves and feeling loved!
Feeling that love with you.