I heard a bird song beautiful and lilting as I stood in the parking lot of my office building. I tilted my head back seeking to find the source. This happened for two days but it remained out of sight in trees to the side of the building. Then the next day I looked up and there was this beautiful yellow breasted feathered creature singing its song mesmerizing those of us who stopped in the middle of this sterile concrete environment and were transfixed. This experience inspired me to ponder…
So Many Variations?
I open my bird book ,
“Yes, I own one,”
I once was good friends
with a couple who were birders
I don’t know much but I
am forever tuned to
hear and look accordingly.
I am reminded again of
so many variations of
beaks, feathers, coloring, size,
ground or sky types.
Their feathers layered ,
their bones delicate,
that it can fly a wonderful
mystery beyond evolution and dna
and yet partly explained by it.
,However if I ask ,
“ What came first the bird or the egg?”
even science that explains so much
does not have a definitive answer.
So I stand in awe
of this piece of of creation
and I am lead to ponder
about the nature of its Creator.
What purpose for the multitude
of variety found on these pages
except that it was a creative possibility,
an experiment to see what could be?
As I closed the book I am
more appreciative, more determined
to be observant
of the creative endeavor.
Diantha Zschoche 7/14