On the curve before the yellow house adjacent to the bare tree peach orchard is a place of radiance.
Afternoons and occasional mornings, the cardinals flutter in front of me.
Several, seven or so.
A flash of happy crimson.
I love to think they know it’s me, that it’s not just their scheduled gathering that I pass by happenstance.
I love to believe, a group of red birds may be just for me,
As if they know, Lisa will be passing by, she may have the baby.
She may be alone. She may be tired.
Perhaps, she’s hopeful.
A college of cardinals, waiting just for me.
Speaking bird language.
Here she comes! Let’s fly upward, let’s make a happy scene!
Let’s show her we see her.
Let’s encourage her to carry on.
“Jesus looked at them intently and said, “Humanly speaking, it is impossible. But with God everything is possible.””
Matthew 19:26 NLT