Hayden Lanier
Rocking back and forth
in the white chair on my front porch,
I spot a little brown bird
trotting along in the green grass
without a care or a worry
in the whole wide world.
He does not fear.
He does not fret.
Anxiety is foreign to the little brown bird.
Not a single concern weighs him down.
He does not know where he will go
or where his meal will be found.
He simply hops along
in the green grass
knowing it will be provided for him.
He flitters through the sky,
sailing above the tops of the green trees,
singing a delightful whistle as he ascends
for all below to hear.
This little brown bird
knows nothing of the worldly worries that consume us.
The creature is joyful.
He is content.
For God cares even for this little brown bird.