Sleeping Faith

Sleeping Faith
06/06/2005

The best I have to offer faith is sleep.

I think often about the words in the Book of Matthew about the faith of birds. It speaks of how birds do not fret nor worry where their next meal will come from. They trust the Divine Provider for their daily bread.

Each morning, I hear the birds call "good morning" to one another in their musical tones. It’s beautiful and scary at the same time. I watch the birds fly about teasing each other on bushes, in the air, and on grass as they celebrate the coming day without one worry.

Even the birds that slam full force into my living room window do not appear phased by the stupid thing they did. It’s a window with plants, art, and figurines…what more do they need to know it’s not a portal to another feeding ground???

The birds mock me as they sing, feed, fly, and shit all over my mailbox.

Maybe that’s why I am here -- why I am in this house. I need to hear the birds sing. I need to see their provision come to them even as I drift off to sleep using my eyelids as a veil between the present and my fears.


Peace,
zss


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