The Gospel According to a Hummingbird

A Lesson in Trust

Hummingbird in leafless tree,
I know you aren’t aware of me
or of the fact that I can see
how delicate you are.

So why should I think it absurd 
that to the Lord, I’m like a bird?
God sees my actions, hears each word
and knows my anxious thoughts.

Remind me, Jesus, (like You said)
that just as birds are daily fed,
I need not fret but trust instead 
that You will care for me.

* Matthew 6:25-34

Praying for a Sick Mother

Earth Day Reflections on Global Warming:
Mother Nature’s Death Wish

Mother Earth has got a fever.
Some insist it’s no big deal.
Others say it could be fatal.
Doomsday prophets start to kneel.

Diagnosis? Global warming.
There are sweat beads on her brow.
She is having trouble breathing.
Just how much will God allow?

Major surgery is needed
Cutting out some things we do.
Like the fossil fuels we guzzle.
Going green may see her through.

We should pray that she’ll recover.
After all, she is our mom.
May our Father who’s in Heaven
intervene before she’s gone.

Mother Nature’s Death Wish

The irony of what this week represents.

This very week Earth Day draws near.
Most eerily it’s very clear
how sick our planet seems to be.
Just ponder what has been.

The Waco cult Davidian
revealed the human heart of sin
as senseless killings stunned us all
and soaked the ground with blood.

Fast-forward then another year
when Oklahomans shed their tears
for victims of a downtown bomb
who died so needlessly.

It was this week in Ninety-nine
we gasped to learn of Columbine
as Littleton became big news
we wished we’d never heard.

And now this week Virginia Tech
has left us all a nervous wreck.
Ironically, though tulips bloom,
our Spring has lost its step.

Mother Nature’s Brats

Recalling the havoc of hurricanes with names

Charles, Frances, Ivan, Jeanne…
Mother Nature’s kids are mean.

Spoiled brats whose tempers flared
striking out at those they scared.

Each with vengeance came ashore
with an eye to bully more.

Without mercy or respect
Mother’s kids left us a wreck.

‘Till this mother trains her young,
watch them spit and wag their tongues.

If you’re willing, Father, please
help Mom Nature curb her breeze.