Communication of Acceptance

"A light rain touches my cheek

like an angel's butterfly kisses."

Amanda Mosher

Rain clouds are moving in, so I dash to fill the bird feeders.  It is bad enough for the birds to be stuck out in the rain let alone not having any food.  Perched on the fence, they watch me scurry to the shepherd hooks and struggle to open the feeders.

As I walk back to the house, I feel the rain begin to gently fall upon my face.  I glance back at the piglet birds as they seem unaware of the drops falling from the sky.  Before long it will be snow falling and it will take greater effort for me to keep fulfilling their need.

I find offering seeds to my flighty friends as a service to nature, and happened to fall in love with the birds along the way.  The faithful tiny sparrows to the seldom visiting Owl and Hawk bless me with a silent communication of acceptance.  Their presence stir emotion in the depth of my heart.