When I was just about to write how glum my day seemed, a bird crashed into my house.
Misguided in her flight, I wondered: Had she too much on her mind?
Following three days of rain and wind, is her nest in need of repair?
Are her little chick’s all right?
I was wishing for a distraction from a
Yet, I meant no harm
when the feathered friend startled me
with her knock against my siding.
I did not wish to ruffle any feathers
all I sought was refuge from my own darkened views,
when that message bearing dove altered my perspective:
reminding me of Hope and Love.