The Bird Feeder
Excitedly they flap and flutter
inspecting their found prize...
Varieties of tender seeds
of different shapes and size.
Although they share one common purpose...
the joining of the feast...
I've noticed they have "pecking" order
from greatest to the least.
It seems the BlueJay hopes his boldness
and size will gain a place.
If other birds attempt a feeding
The Jay will then give chase.
They're loudest and most vocal;
they also land with force.
While other birds more timid
might plan another course.
Enter the small hummingbird
with their slim and slender beak.
They sample all the trumpet flowers
when feedings at its peak.
Each seems to want all of the nectar
not willing to give share.
They drive away another bird
that dares to crowd the air.
While this drama is unfolding
each bird has their own abode.
They each have protective natures,
but seldom it is showed.
Some smaller birds will wait until
the larger has been fed.
They will opt to wait their turn...
in safety there instead.
GOD gives each species special skills
to help them to survive.
Some will have great speed...
some may quickly dive.
Still others feed on seeds that fell
when jostled from their place.
There's food galore for all to share;
they'll eat every trace.
Activity abounds when feeders
are filled up to the brim.
The feeding frenzy will continue
until the daylights dim.
When darkness falls... the feeding stops...
each bird goes to it's nest.
The following morning sunrise
will once again renew their quest.
This cycle GOD has put in place
is much like ours you see...
Each day we rise... and find our food,
but not within the tree.
İC.C. September 30, 2006
Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?
Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?
And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?
(For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.
But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
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