Seems like hummingbirds are everywhere this month. I think they like the hot weather. Somehow they manage to find and kiss nectar out of drought-dried flowers, wings beating faster than sight.
I remember the first time I saw a hummingbird sitting on a branch. I must have been about six. I was surprised that hummingbirds had legs.
The other night, on a golden summer evening walk, I saw a hummingbird singing. I was close enough to watch its little throat bulging like a frog’s. The song wasn’t beautiful, but it inspired me:
A finger-long hummingbird who sings, because he can,
with all his might, an off-key warble,
a brave small song because,
in the world’s great harmony,
only this finger-long, emerald-backed little man
can sing that note.
This week, I hope you sing because you can. And because you’re the only one who can sing your note.
What a lovely reminder that we are each made in God’s image! Thank you for singing your song…<3
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