Comments and Poems
By Ruth R. Martin
The front of our house is practically all
glass windows. We can sit in the comfort of our sunroom and enjoy the
wonders of nature unfolding before us. At night, we have visits
from bears, opossums, foxes, raccoons and
rarely, thank goodness, a skunk. During the day, we have the lovely
view of mountains,
sometimes with awesome storms above us,
but mostly with sunny skies, white fluffy clouds,
and often a soft, rising mist. An abundance of
trees and flowers attract a variety of butterflies,
bees, birds and squirrels. Bears drop by quite
often in daytime also.
We have bird feeders and a birdbath just
outside the window and we love to watch the
antics of the many birds. However, all that glass acts like a mirror
that reflects the outside
and sadly, sometimes birds mistakenly think
it is open space and occasionally one will fly into the window .
I wrote this little poem after one such
sad time...we always feel the loss of one of our little friends .
Whenever we see such an accident we try to save the little fallen
creature.
Sometimes we can love it back to health and have the joy of returning it
to nearby shrubbery to safely fly away. This is not always possible.
On this day, the hapless little bird fell, and began thrashing about
helplessly, frightened and in pain. a crushed and broken soft little
bundle of feathers. All our efforts were not
enough to save it's fragile life.
When this happens, we feel a sadness
and grief over the loss of even such a tiny
life, and helplessness because we could not
save it.
( We have lost many beloved pets through the years and one day I
told my husband, " I
think when a creature dies it becomes a song around God's throne,
because He is the giver of life and maybe that life returns to Him to
praise Him". My sweet husband, not wanting to "preach" at me, said,"
That sounds beautiful.
Where is chapter and verse?")
Just as that tiny bird spent it's remaining strength trying to
take wings to safety, so we beat ourselves mercilessly trying to escape
the pains and cares of life. Only as we take refuge "under His wings"
can we find healing
while on our earthly journey. But one day we
shall shed the fetters and shackles that ensnare us and cease from our
thrashing and struggles and we shall soar into Heaven's Eternal Day to
praise
our Redeemer around His throne forever and forever.
Romans 8:28