Come Learn Rest Ministries

The morning bird

atop a tree

perched as if in heaven,

already

knowingly sang

lyrics of love

to notes of glory.

While wind wrestled

fallen leaves

play God’s anthem

of not yet

across the skies.

~jems

I wrote this poem several years ago.  For those who know me best and have experienced my fear of birds, I don’t know why I paid attention to the morning bird atop a tree.  But when I did, God spoke.  I invite you to pay attention to your least favorite thing and let God’s anthem speak.