Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Why cannot I?

If a bird can cling
To a spray aswing
In a mad May wind,
And sing and sing
As if he'd burst for joy;

Why cannot I
Contented lie
In His strong arms
Beneath His sky
Unmoved by earth's annoy?
~ Author Unknown

Ah, well, that's the question, isn't it? The picture in my mind of that precious bird makes me laugh, stirs my heart, and challenges me so. And oh how gorgeous the thought of hanging out in His arms under the sky He made --content. Whatevah the weather ♥

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