Held

You are held, beloved.

As I looked out on these slender pines swaying wildly in the gusts of an oncoming storm, I watched as birds began to take refuge in the crooks of their limbs. It never occurred to me that this would be a place of safety when foul weather flared, and yet this was they very place one might find nests with delicate eggs and fragile fledglings. I pondered how very much I felt like a nest, vulnerable to capricious currents beyond my control.

I was struck how the swaying, the shaking, the volatility of it all didn’t bother the birds; they were used to the unpredictable air currents which carried them daily. What they sought was this: that in the midst of the chaos, they would not fall. Despite the flailing peripheral, the roots held firmly both bird and tree. What followed was the realization that, despite circumstantial or emotional tumult, sun or storm, I am held by a force greater than myself, much like a bird’s nest nestled in a tree bough.

Even when life threatens to shake you to your very core, beloved, you are held.

Feeling small, scared to fall
I’m afraid I might
Fall apart in the dark
You said I’ll be alright
In the heights, in the nights
You hold me just the same
I am just a nest in your branches However life goes, how the wind blows
No, I won’t be shaken

An excerpt from “Just A Nest”