My Perch

Have you seen it?

The bird on the miserable day.

It hunkers down against the cold.

It fluffs out its feathers.



Definitely not.

How about me?


I’ve had trouble focusing.

Too much…

Too much to do.

Too much to think about.

I feel like the bird,

Feathers fluffed,

Waiting for the storm to pass.

But the thing is

This life is often about

Flying in the storm.

There’s always something.

The pelting rain

Or the dark clouds on the horizon.

I see those who are struggling

Through the storm

And those who have

Never gotten airborne.

If I look at the masses,

I will stay

Right where I am



I’ll try to fly above the storm,

Refusing to see,

Refusing to help.

But I have a choice today.

Will I cling to my perch?

Will I pretend not to see?


Will I do what I can?

The choice is mine.

I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me…I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead (Philippians 3:12-13, NIV).


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