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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. 7