Blue Birds in the Lenten Dark

Today, they arrived and it's a very good day, indeed.

Photo by Jongsun Lee on Unsplash

We knew this day would arrive. Gwen and I have been looking out every few hours now to see if this would be the day.  And today is that day. The Blue Birds have arrived and started their ritual of homemaking and nest building and birthing a future.

I took a picture to show you my vantage point. I am watching from above.  But, not as above as their Maker. It’s the most wonderful space to witness both the Lenten Dark and the Promise of Life to come. As I write this, I see a morning dove; a red cardinal, a yellow finch and the blue bird couple. All have come to church with me today in this space. It is worship to watch. It is praise. It is a particular glory.

What struck me was watching their first arrival at their future home. First, they checked it out—saw if it was cleaned and ready. Examined if it would fit them—their future brood. I know those questions, as it was a year ago that we were moving into the house here right next to the Blue Bird friends. Welcome dear neighbors! We will bring you breakfast every day now. Feast at will. You are wanted. You matter.

Is this a good space? I think it will be.

Will we feel safe here?  We are all cradled by the Blue Ridge.

Is this the day of beginning for them—on this very special Leap Year Day in Lent?

They remind me of our new beginning—my future greening time that I did not know would come—but it has. It will for them but they do not know it yet. They are focused only on their intent for a life after Lent.

I am waiting on another beginning for my dear friend. We just got word that the time is very near for their homegoing. Godspeed to You on this dark Lenten, Leap Year Morning. All will be well. Fly away now! Fly to your new home! Your home is prepared for you. Save me a spot near you, would you?

Here’s my poem I wrote about this special Lenten Leap Year home building and home going day.