Bird

There is bird loose inside a nearby grocery store. It is a small, dark bird, flapping and flittering about in the rafters, crouching on the ledge of the clerestory window and peering out at the world. I remark to other shoppers about the bird and ask: “How did it get into the store?” A young boy allowed, “When they were building the store, the bird made a nest in one of the shelves. Then the workers put on the roof and the bird was trapped.” A little girl speculated, “A wrong egg was in with the chicken eggs. It hatched and the bird was born in the store.” One boy told me that he takes a slice bread from his mother’s shopping cart and leaves bits on the higher shelves for the bird to eat. I will miss that bird when it is gone, wherever and however it might go.

Go in peace to love and serve The Lord!

Josh