On Nest Building

I read this poem a couple yrs ago and tucked it away to be posted on the blog at some future date. I planned on putting it in my "You don't know what you don't know" post but, forgot. So, now it gets it own separate post.

On Nest Building
by Carol Lynn Pearson

Mud is not bad for nest building.

Mud and sticks.

And a fallen feather or two will do

And require no reaching.

I could rest there with my tiny ones

Sound for the season, at least.

But

If I may fly a while--

If I may cut through a sunset going out

And a rainbow coming back

Color upon color sealed in my eyes--

If I may have the unboundaried skies

For my study

Clouds, cities, rivers for my rooms--

If I may search the centuries

For melody and meaning--

If I may try for the sun--

I shall come back

Bearing such beauties

Gleaned from God's and the world's very best.

I shall come filled.

And then--

Oh, the nest I can build!