Little Bird

Little Bird remembered the day she took flight for the first time.  She had dreamed of this day.  Her little wings opened and she shook for a moment with fear.

Her mama said, “Fly birdie, fly.  You have the sky as your playground and the world is a beautiful place.

Little Bird  took a breath and then pushed forward, out of the nest, and from the top of the tree she flew. She felt wobbly at first and then she remembered how much she had wanted to fly

Open wings, and open heart, she glided to and fro and felt the wind against her little body.  It was heaven.  It was as wonderful as she knew it would be and she was happy.

She knew she was meant to fly.  She was graceful in the sky and a very happy little bird.

One day she flew past a window and saw a young girl lying in bed.  The girl smiled as she saw the bird, and so the little bird dove past the window over and over again.

Each time the child smiled, and when the little bird perched on the limb of the oak, very near the window where the little girl lie so still, the little girl giggled.

One day the young girl left her bed.  She left the house with her mama and began to run and play with other children.  Little Bird kept watching and was happy for the young girl.  She felt that she had been a part of the little girl healing.  She knew smiles and laughter was good, and she felt good knowing she had added to the young girl’s life.

Weeks melded into months, and the little bird flew and watched from her perch as the young girl left and came home..  The girl smiled and laughed.  The little bird was happy, though she was sad too, because she didn’t want to fly away in case the little girl needed her, and all her friends had gone.  Still, she decided to be near…just in case.

One day the Little Bird ventured higher into the sky than she had ever gone.  Without warning a big Hawk slammed into the little bird, and she could feel the pain in her wing starting to ache.  The Hawk flew away unharmed, but the little bird knew she was in trouble.

She began to loose altitude and could only try to glide with one wing working, to land safely below.  When she awoke, Little Bird found herself lying on the soft dirt by the window of the young girl’s bedroom.  She tried, but could not get her broken wing to work right.

She was grateful she had not landed on the sidewalk, but now began to tremble thinking about the big black cat she had seen several days earlier.  All she could do was wait and hope the cat would not come around.

She fell asleep, exhausted from the fall and the injury.  When she awoke, she felt warmth and opened her eyes to find herself in the palm of the young girl’s hand.

Little Bird

“Oh look mama”, said the young girl.” “My birdie has fallen and injured itself.  We must help this little bird to heal, just like the little bird helped me when I was sick.”

   The little bird felt better already, and was grateful she had stayed near the little girl.

Slowly the little bird got stronger, and though the wing never did get strong enough for her to fly, the little bird now had a new home that was safe from the black cat.

 Though she would NEVER fly again, she knew she was loved, and found she found she could do something else that the young girl just loved.  She could sing!

She sang, “If you break your wing, don’t forget to sing.

Sing a song and it will heal your heart

Sing a song, it is very smart.

For if you cannot do  thing you like

You can create another joy,

For God gave many, many gifts,

To every girl and boy.”

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I am learning to sing.  God bless us all.  Keep those prayers active for the folks in the Philippines.

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