Wisdom, be our sister;
Understanding, be our kin.
Birds and fish, please minister,
O Sea Cross, do weigh-in.
It’s fear we’ve given into.
It’s pain we hold too dear.
Lord, teach us to release it,
That our lenses become clear.
For self and wealth, we all have striven,
Misusing eyes and hands once given.
Our flesh sees little hindrance,
As if sin has no consequence.
But when the battle comes along,
Our wits unfound and souls alone,
Confused like men of Midian,
We wake and turn and kill our kin!
We search for God in humanity,
Yet close our ears to eternity,
And fall like babes from sheltering nests,
And block Your voice that bids us rest.
Seeing much, we perceive so little,
When focused on the carnal realm.
How fear seeps in is very subtle,
When misjudgment’s at the helm.
Illuminate our eyes, O Lord,
To perceive the truer things,
The wonders of Your Kingdom,
Of which the songbird sings.
May we like branches waving,
Lift-up our holy hands,
And call upon Your savings,
To see victory in our lands!
After all has been considered,
And all has been endured,
It’s the wonder of the hummingbird,
That makes my heart bestirred.
The beauty that her presence brings,
The sacred motion of her wings,
The way she drinks of beauty’s nectar,
She is our souls’ most needed lecture.
Taste and see that the Lord is good,
Her life speaks clear what all ours should.
For in receiving, we gain to give,
In awe, we learn the way to live.
Now with our focus more repentant,
We set our view on grace in movement.
The way of faith in every trait,
She’s imagination’s splendor mate.
She makes her nests on drying lines,
A prayer to ask, a wondrous sign.
For these on wings and those with fins,
Bring sacred songs to clothing pins.
These words like garments cover shame,
Preaching all to stop the blame,
For fear and pride and misplaced gaze,
Has put us here in cloudy haze.
Every creature knows its Author,
Yet man rebels against one Father
Lord, let us hear reproof in thunder,
And see Your love in every wonder.
*Original Poetry by Kerry Hasenbalg