A flock of small birds
high above tree tops
Early morning sun shivers
behind gray clouds
creeping across the sky
Next to the radiator
my cat huddles
soaking in precious warmth
Sometimes I think it would be easier if I were a bird or clouds or a kept cat. Then again, I don’t think that would be nearly as adventuresome as getting up each day wondering what it will become by nightfall.
I don’t know why I’m the woman I am, why I was born into this skin, or why I had no say about the family or country into which I was born.
I used to fret about this, as though things would be better if I were someone else. Born to different parents, at another time and in another place.
Today I love who I am as one of God’s creatures. Small, yet as precious as the smallest hummingbird making its annual migration from North to South. Flying, not tiptoeing my way into the next season of my life. Held in God’s large hand.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 9 November 2017
Photo found at pinterest.com
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