It stood there, so still, raising its head and chest, spreading and lifting its wings almost appearing as an act of worship truly.
And incredibly, tonight as I was preparing dinner, I saw it again, this time across the lake, raising its head and wings, still as ever, to the setting sun.
And I keep thinking about this bird.
About how from afar, based on what I could see, I would say that this bird finds its strength, its warmth, its rest in the sun.
After all, it is to the sun that it raises his head and wings both at the start and end of the day.
And perhaps an odd thought – but a thought nonetheless, I wonder tonight, to what would a bird say I worship based on what it sees?
To what do I raise my head and hands to at the start and end of a day?
To what do you?
A bit of a challenging thought, but one worth considering I think, especially in our high tech society.
What has our focus?
Where are we often found gazing and still?
What has our attention at the start and the end of the day?
Is it too much to say, that maybe, it also has our worship?
I can’t really say.
But a bird, not so little, has challenged me to ponder it tonight.