Wings of a Song

[Pat]

Wings of a Song

Leaves are burnt of frost, trees are skeletons against grey skies. Grass is brittle, brown, bereft ... the bamboo chime plunks a cold note ... yet ... a feathered host bursts forth its myriad of melodies - separate, scattered, synchronized. A kaleidoscope of melodic beauty transending desolate days. A beauty one cannot see, cannot touch, but taste and receive. A beauty one drinks in, and sighs at its satiety – a beauty that lifts the soul and soars on wings of its song.

In the midst of death, in the midst of troubled times – God is there.


“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10 NIV

"He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and your rampart." Psalms 91:4 NIV



Pat Guy
©2009

[BeachGrandma]

Pat, that's so lovely I don't know where to start. I could hear it, taste it, smell it, feel it. "the bamboo chime plunks a cold note" (I had bamboo chimes. I could HEAR that note and "Plunks" is a perfect choice of words.)
a feathered host bursts forth its myriad of melodies - separate, scattered, "synchronized." (perfect, absolutely perfect). "A beauty one drinks in, and sighs at its satiety" (oh man, that says it all)

I can't wait for Linda to read this. Truly, it's awesome.

[Evensong]

It IS awesome, dear friend Pat! Lovely images! I could see, hear, and feel it all too! I love your writing! You are such a blessing in sooo many ways.