On a Lovely

On a very cold morning at the end of winter, near the beginning of spring
I peeked out our back door to look out at the new day.
And on the back steps was a little finch, no longer living I thought.
So, as often happens, my Tom came to the rescue and went to move it away.

And in the next few moments, came one of those times that I cherish,
A confirmation of what I already knew, that I chose my mate well.
For he bent down and tenderly spoke to the poor creature
Who, upon closer inspection showed small bits of movement and breath.

So Tom scooped it into a box to bring it inside and find warmth
And, we were hoping, new life.  Cozy and comfy it rested a while.
As the sun warmed the day, we brought the bird back outside
To see if it would drink or eat some seed.

And, as we opened the box, quite soon our new little friend flew away. 

On a lovely warm evening at the end of spring, near the beginning of summer
I peeked out our back door to look out at the end of the day.
And out in the garden, was my husband Tom, so close to the birds
By the feeder, that he kept very still.

And in the next few moments, came one of those times that I cherish,
A confirmation of what I already knew, that I chose my mate well.
For he poured some feed into his hand and spoke gently to the little creature
Who, soon was feeding right from his palm.

Quietly he called for me to come out and see.
And he poured some feed into my hand and the finch jumped right over.
And I could see all of the detail of this fine sweet bird, so trusting it was.
As it ate the seed we inspected it quite closely.

And were amazed at the detail, softness and beauty that God had created.