Lost in thoughtlessness
as the warm October breeze
stirs up the dogwood leaves.
Dabbing at the cracks in the corners.
Rolling over the past year’s dirt.
Sealing it all under
a fresh clean coat of white.
Reaching my arm up,
brushing the hair out of my eyes,
I see an eagle gliding overhead.
I realize that all of the other birds
have been screeching.
Screaming. Warning eachother.
I hadn’t even heard them.
I was busy painting the porch.
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We hear: busy in our tasks. To look clean and presentable, to protect our outer layer. While others are screaming for their lives. And the backdrop is just god telling us we have to repent and get on their good side, so we get “life.”