One of the things I always
do after a wind swept storm
is to walk around the yard
and look for nests
that have been tugged
loose from their moorings.
Some years there are none
are then the next year
the yard offers up one or two.
It was the flash of gold
that caught my eye and led me to this nest.
Woven and mostly hidden right
into the nest is the thin strand of shimmer.
Some forgotten birthday bow
escaped from a trash bin.
And then redeemed with leaves
and tiny twigs to give
nurture and protection to tiny baby birds.
Yes, that's what nests are-
the place where we grow and raise the youngun's
and breathlessly wait for them to fly.
Years ago, a favorite term
in our home was to "make a nest".
I hear it now in the homes of my daughters.
We talk about "empty" nests and quiet houses-
and young parents look at you
with longing-yes- that's
another world to them.
Maybe all we can do when
we are on the "other side of nesting"
is to continue to give encouragement
and remind parents to tie in the golden strands
of living together in faith with their children.
The empty nest comes all too quickly
and then we wait for them to return
here and there for visits in the future.
And once again, our children
can be reminded of golden strands of memory
that breathe grace, forgiveness, and hope
into their lives as young parents.