Gratitude Monday: It finds its wings

Well, y’all know I’m not a fan of Emily Dickinson. Lord knows, I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t come.

But for this Gratitude Monday in National Poetry Month. I was thinking about how much a sparrow enjoyed the birdbath I provide for my avian friends, and when you search for “poems about birds”, Dickinson pops right up at the top.

For reference, the sparrow:

I mean—its joy is infectious, and I’m so grateful to have been able to make it possible.

So—Emily:

“Even the Smallest Wings”

A tiny bird upon the breeze,
Gliding high with so much ease.
Though small in size, it finds its way,
Soaring freely every day.

It does not fear the heights so steep,
Nor doubts the journey it must keep.
For wings, though small, were made to fly,
To chase the sun, to touch the sky.

So let the birds remind us true,
No dream’s too big for me or you.
With faith and courage, we can try -
Even the smallest wings can fly!

 

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