Building a Nest
By Wendy Bryant,
Twigs so small, broken, rejected.
Guide me to see them Lord.
Dead pine needles, still have some flexibility.
Guide me to pick them up carefully.
Strings, hair, yarn – garbage blowing in the wind is caught, stuck.
Guide me Lord to weave them together to create a home, a place of rest, sleep, protection, warmth, love, closeness… until You call me to fly, again.