Birds of the Air
Anna Delamerced
when I look outside the window
and see the birds of the air
I think of You
all the times You rescued me
all the times You lifted me
back up on my feet
when I fell down or tripped or
wandered into an unknown pit
I see how they fly
high above the canopy
freckled leaves transforming into
orange-gold and burgundy
I hear how they sing
in tune with one another
echoing an orchestra of praise
in harmony amidst the rain
they make their beds in
Your creation, homes hidden
from the storm
they’re fed each day
not from the crumbs of my table
but from the feast of Yours
when I look outside the window
and see the birds of the air
I think of You
all the ways You care for them
and how much more You care for us
This poem was inspired by Matthew 6:26, ESV:
Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and
yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
Anna Delamerced is a 2nd year medical student at the Warren Alpert
Medical School.
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