Jesus said to look at the birds

So I do 

In my front yard garden

They’re unperturbed

Two little black ones descended on the cement 

I admired their feathers of shiny purple and emerald – what embellishment!

They pecked away at a piece of Milkbone my dog left behind 

They divided it among their beaks and took off flying

Then the little red-bellied ones that sit on the power lines 

They sound like they’re giggling

Reminds me of me and my old friends 

The small brown birds in the beds are just piddling 

The gulls and cranes overhead aren’t worried about the winds 

These little creatures have all they need: power, sun, Milkbones, and shaded homes, freshly planted seeds

I wonder if they think about what they’re here for 

Do they worry about tomorrow?

Nah, they know where their treasure’s stored

My mind takes a break just for a minute 

Watching the birds 

Listening to the tidings they chirp

I have a million reasons to be anxious 

So do these little critters yet they are gracious

So I stare at them 

And let Jesus’ words sink in 

I have everything I need