The Nest

In early spring, we noticed the dove.

Beginning their nest in the fern above.

They gathered sticks and twigs with care

The patient, diligent, faithful pair.

The mama then sat and faithfully stayed

No excuse to leave the nest was made.

Through sun and storms, wind and rain,

She was a picture of hope; her love was plain.

Then came sounds of joy, in chirps and cheeps,

The thrill of new life, strong memories for keeps.

As chirps grew louder, there was nature’s plan,

And teaching the miracle of flight began.

Slowly, as the days went by,

They taught those baby birds to fly!

They fluttered here, they faltered there,

Love’s lessons were in the air.

And then one day when the time was right,

Those baby birds began to take their flight.

Now they’ve gone to who knows where

Taking with them the love and care.

Now an empty nest holds memories sweet,

The task they had is now complete.

With contradicting emotions, the parents now rest,

Reflecting on what took place in that nest.

The nest seems to cry out, empty and bare,

But they trust the One that placed them there.

Grateful they were sheltered within His wing.

Seeing each new flight as a gift from Heaven’s King.