This morning, perched on the
shed roof, the gray Catbird lifted its beak to the sky to sing a song that I
wished I’d known the words to. With our eyes to the east, we both waited for
the glorious sun to rise above the trees.
I was reminded of Rumi’s
words, “There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” And above the
morning grass, the smallest of flies hovered and swarmed, catching the early
sun on their tiny wings.
And why not to kiss the earth,
ReplyDeletefor I came from mother earth,
And mother earth raised me up,
And provided for me all my life,
To one day receive my return,
Return to her loving bosom to lie,
A body at rest throughout eternity.....