I like this nest.

It’s not a forever home.

Like the birds

I may build 

A new nest

Elsewhere

In another 

season.

But for right now

I really like this nest.

 

 

I feel a bit like a gypsy.

I could up and go, 

If the fancy took me.

Nothing holds me

To one plot of earth.

I could spend it all

On adventures

In God’s huge backyard

Of this beautiful world.

Or I could stay and be perfectly

Content 

Embracing all this beauty,

All these beautiful people,

Sharing this real and raw life together

Here, now.

 

 

 

There’s something

Hands-off

About this season

In this nest.

That leaves God

With lots of space

To do

Whatever

He wants.

I love that.

I love this nest.