Blue Bird(Revised)
A red plastic coffee container with a hole drilled in front makes a perfect
blue bird house. Working and building a nest for their family,
working nonstop today.
God's drama unfolding before me; God's perfect plan, witnessed.
Tragedy sometimes comes and the babies don't make it...
At times there is joy and a new generation of bluebirds starts a
new journey from a bird house we made for them. Now I look
out my window and see the transformation of a coffee
container to a home. Like a DIY TV channel, right when
I need some entertainment. The bluebird show has brought
me hope and contentment today.
Thanks everyone for the comments to help me get my
thoughts going the right way!!
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
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