Poem: Nuthatches

Sitting on the verge of the hill

Under the trees full of nuthatches

And a clear, cool sky perched above them,

My heart reached for God like the trees

And all the weight of a handful of years

Fell away like leaves from the branches.

That day I decided I could be happy

Like the nuthatches in the trees

Hopping lightly from the earth

Song unburdening their hearts to God.

Published by inkroadjourneys

I currently work professionally as an instructional designer in Oklahoma, but at my core, I am a Christian writer who cares deeply about people and what happens to the underdogs--the forgotten ones who can't find their way home. I think that deep conviction shapes everything I do. With this blog, I want to share bits and thoughts from my own journey and bits of encouragement along the way. View all posts by inkroadjourneys