BIRDS
I love birds:
their trills and calls and sweet serenades;
the sound of their wings beating in flight;
their opportunism;
the colours of their feathers;
their playfulness;
their invitation to life.
I am continuously upheld by music and poetry and prayer and art
with its allusion to wings and protection.
Think of "... you are the wind beneath my wings" or
"I will raise you up on eagle's wings ..."
These dolls are a response to this love affair.
their trills and calls and sweet serenades;
the sound of their wings beating in flight;
their opportunism;
the colours of their feathers;
their playfulness;
their invitation to life.
I am continuously upheld by music and poetry and prayer and art
with its allusion to wings and protection.
Think of "... you are the wind beneath my wings" or
"I will raise you up on eagle's wings ..."
These dolls are a response to this love affair.
for e.e. cummings ...
may my heart always be open
to little birds who are
the secrets of living
to little birds who are
the secrets of living
for Maya Angelou ...
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer,
it sings because it has a song.
it sings because it has a song.
for Victor Hugo
Be like that bird, that
passing on her flight awhile
on boughs too slight,
feels them give way beneath her,
and yet sings,
knowing that she hath wings.
passing on her flight awhile
on boughs too slight,
feels them give way beneath her,
and yet sings,
knowing that she hath wings.
for Joyce Rupp
It doesn't take much
to hold the tiny weight
of a song sparrow,
any little twig will do,
or a sturdy weed in a field.
Why do I think my fledgling ideas
have to wait for a thick branch
or a secure landing place
before I set them down?
The wisp of a fleeting dream
can rest for a while
on a small extension in my soul.
If I never let these dreams land,
they will not gain strength
for the long flight into fulness.
All it takes is a little twig
to rest a great dream on.
to hold the tiny weight
of a song sparrow,
any little twig will do,
or a sturdy weed in a field.
Why do I think my fledgling ideas
have to wait for a thick branch
or a secure landing place
before I set them down?
The wisp of a fleeting dream
can rest for a while
on a small extension in my soul.
If I never let these dreams land,
they will not gain strength
for the long flight into fulness.
All it takes is a little twig
to rest a great dream on.
"God finds a low branch for the bird that cannot fly."
Turkish proverb
Turkish proverb
