No Chirping Where There Had Been Song
There was a strange silence at dawn. No chirping where there had been song. The tiny lime green parakeet’s swing gently moved by my presence as if to remind me of what was. Having just lost its mate, did it die of a broken heart?
What simple joy it brought me every day. It provided not money, nor travel, or material goods. Rather, simple connection to one of God’s little creations.
How I treasure what I still have. For people I seek only to love. Wealth only to share. Faith and hope only to see me through my last breath.
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