Through a Glass Darkly
Birds sing in the morning, and after a rain.
That’s when it’s easy to see Jesus.
Jesus likes to listen,
so they sing.
St. Francis knew this.
Birds were born knowing this.
But humans evolved a cataract of mind.
Behind mind, we remember
and write poetry.
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I really like this poem. Love “humans evolved a cataract of mind” and how it has separated us from hearing nature. I’m deafened by that cataract all the time.
love, love, love how you combine Corinthians, St. Francis, bird watching, cataracts, and poetry in this tight tight poem this Sunday morning
I adore this entire poem. Thank you for keeping the sermon short.
Nice. So many ways of looking at birds.
Love this one for all the comments above!
I agree with all the comments. I also like it that the poem is slightly subversive.
I like how this poem leads to somewhere unexpected.
Thank you all for your kind comments
I too love how you combine topics, the ease of the combination. Love this poem!