Ten thousand truths
“There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away.”
— Henry Ward Beecher
A year ago my post was about Jeff’s father, and how he used to call me outside to see wildlife he had spotted. As I mentioned then, Jeff has his dad’s eye for spotting all sorts of creatures I would never notice. I’ve had so much joy from seeing the animals he shows me.
Yesterday afternoon, just after the heavy snowfall of early March, Jeff called me upstairs and told me to bring my camera. He was looking out our kitchen window, trying to point out two birds to me, but I could not see them no matter how hard I looked, even with my glasses on. I finally went up to the third floor of our townhome and used the long telephoto on my camera to find them, but only after Jeff gave me very precise directions where to look.
Sure enough, this cute fellow (or gal) and a friend were perched a couple of feet apart on a branch, looking as if they were bundled up against a very cold night. I so wished they could fly inside and stay with us until the spring came. I tried to find out what kind of birds they are by looking online, but was stumped; does anyone recognize them?
I was amazed Jeff had been able to see them from our window as the afternoon light was fading. Their colors blended into the general landscape so well that I could not possibly have spotted them, even with a telephoto, unless someone told me where to look. I’m glad Jeff was there, so I didn’t miss this particular joy, or for that matter, the five wild turkeys he had pointed out to me on the side of the highway when we were driving up from York that day.
I know there are joys that I miss every day, ten thousand truths I don’t see because my eyes are not opened to them, or because the surrounding distractions obscure their beauty. Beecher’s words are a warning and a promise. May we all have open hearts and open eyes to see the divine messages winging their way to us, bringing us hope, faith and joy.
One year ago today:
And speaking of birds, I wanted to share this photo of Sheila’s adorable Sun Conure, Walter, who escaped from his cage recently and was hiding out under the dining room table!
I did NOT digitally alter this – Walter’s colors really are that bright!
Thanks for sending this, Sheila!