From the sculpture by Rodin to a swallow on the wire; thinking is part and parcel of being alive. This swallow was photographed the other day. It just caught my attention as it sat on the wire, contemplating who knows what!
Here is a poem;
Grey clouds, rain.
bird on a wire,
Contemplating the moment.
Wondering and pondering.
Hoping for bright days,
to soar into the firmament.
Held by wings and air and sheer
exuberance.
Breaking the bonds
of earth to reach beyond.
Grace filled space in
the arms of the Creator; ‘Breathe
on me, breath of God, fill me with
life anew’.
That is enough
for me.
Musings 