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A Cardinal Sits With Me

CARDINAL - HOLLINGSWORTH - BFPA Cardinal sits with me at end of day.
It is a bleak, unhappy time,
And I have lost my way.

He seems content to stay a while and rest,
And my front porch is cool with shade,
Sun moving to the west.

On other days I’ve seen him flit and fly
And labor quite industriously
For food that caught his eye.

And then he’d pick at wings and clean and preen,
Then dart away and back again,
Quite nervous did he seem.

He’d change his stance and cock head constantly,
Not holding still a moment long;
He agitated me.

But, suddenly, this eve he’s come to sit.
As if he knows my sorrowful plight —
That I am in this pit.

And now and then he sings aloud his song.
But when he stops to rest a while,
For much more do I long.

I’m sure his day is done; he should head home,
But here he sits beside my chair,
Just so I’m not alone.

His beauty, I have finally come to see,
Is unsurpassed: his ruby hue,
Wings black-edged perfectly.

In truth he is a masterpiece of life:
Each part of him a sculptor’s dream,
Down to his beady eye.

A good half hour he’s stayed and felt at home.
And looks right at me now and then,
To say, “You’re not alone.”

I sigh and realize I am content.
I close my eyes; begin to smile.
This is what Jesus meant.

He urged us to behold the birds of air,
And take a lesson from each one
About His love and care.

“Yes, Jesus, I’m at peace in You at last.
This little bird you sent to me
Has now fulfilled his task.

So take care of him, Lord and keep him strong,
And send him out to other souls
Who need to hear his song.”

Then opening my eyes, I seek my friend.
But he has flown while I have prayed —
His mission at an end.
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[“Look at the birds of the air! They don’t worry about what to eat — they don’t need to sow or reap or store up food — for your heavenly Father feeds them. And you are far more valuable to him than they are.” Matt. 6:26 TLB).]

“Not one sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t worry! You are more valuable to Him than many sparrows.” (Matt. 10:30-31, TLB).]

 

 

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11 thoughts on “A Cardinal Sits With Me”

    1. Thank you, Paul. I’m glad to say that the poem did not reflect a time when I was quite that low, but it did reflect a collection of times when I have felt down or troubled and have been comforted or consoled by watching the birds that come to my yard and my front porch. And I did watch a Cardinal for quite a while one day last week. He was honestly the most gorgeous Cardinal I’ve ever seen, and I was really blessed by the chance to observe him so closely. I wanted to get a picture of him, but I knew if I moved enough to go get my camera, I would frighten him away.

    1. That’s great. I hope it blesses your readers. It was not so much the story of any one particular personal experience, but sort of a collection of some times when I have felt comforted and consoled by watching the birds that come to my yard and front porch. They really are a gift from God.

      I remember a testimony of a man who received a great deal of healing from the Lord as a result of watching the birds and how they live. I’m going to see if I can find a copy of it in an old “Guidepost” anthology. If I can, I’ll post it (with credits, of course), and you might want a copy of it as well. I’ll let you know if I find it.

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