Birds In the Shop

There was once a pet shop that specialized in selling exotic birds from all over the world. Each was beautiful and unique in its own way.

One was flamboyant, colorful, loud, opinionated. She squawked and preened and positioned herself all day for best effect.

Another was more subdued and quieter. Muted browns and dark reds, quiet moaning coos, but still beautiful. She preferred to be left alone and remain still.

And then there was the singing bird. The one who, if she had her way, would sing all day. Not particularly colorful, but when she sang, her true beauty and uniqueness shone. The other birds became annoyed with her, and by looks and glares, they convinced her it was best to remain quiet.

All of this continued for many days, weeks, months. The tension in the shop was palpable, even though the birds all had their own unique wonderfulness.

Until one day, the shop door was propped open. A warm spring wind was present, and the shop owner wanted to feel the hope of spring on his face. He did not notice that the songbird’s cage had been left slightly ajar after the cleaning. All he saw, moments later, were the joyful tailfeathers of the singing bird as she flew away to freedom. He heard her singing voice, and he smiled.

After that day, the other birds decided they missed the singing bird, and they were kinder to each other. They let each other be who they were. All birds who were created uniquely and beautifully. And sometimes on a warm spring day, they would hear the beautiful song of their friend, the singing bird.

Upside Down

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The little girl sometimes liked being upside down, but only for a little while. She swung so high on the rope tree swing that her daddy made. Her feet would go way above her head for a moment. Feeling upside down even though she wasn’t, almost touching the oak leaves with her bare feet. But the relief of being feet planted on the solid earth, right side up, was grounding and safe.

She learned to do a head stand up against the basement wall, her head firmly set in a soft pillow. The blood rushed furiously into her pounding ears. The room looked bizarre and unsettling. She could only take a few seconds of this, and then would plummet back into right side up reality.

One day, she got up and everything was upside down in the world. Everything. The grownups talked about a virus. She didn’t really understand. She tried and tried, but she couldn’t get things right side up. People looked and sounded weird, upside down. She felt unsettled all the time, as she tried to make sense of this new world.

But then, suddenly, the thing that had caused the upside-downness, the bad virus, went away. The world tipped back the right way. She was more than happy. She was peaceful, grounded, safe, normal. She smiled, and the whole world saw that smile.

Love, Lisa

*For all the children who need normal to return.*

The Choice

Each day is a choice

A choice for peace or war

A choice for love or hate

A choice for smiling or scowling

A choice for laughter or crying

A choice for following Jesus or turning away

The things of this world will call out for the negative

But Jesus Christ calls out for us to follow, to choose, to focus, to love.

c2021 Lisa Lyons

Dear Lord, please help me to make the choice, every moment, for the things of You. Help me keep my eyes fixed on You. Love, Lisa

The Song

Portmagee, Ireland

Days and weeks without a song

Reticence enfolding

Thoughts swirling quickly but never formed

Outward form withholding

But birds kept singing on and on

And blue skies filled the morning

The trees broke forth in full array

The scent of flowers forming

You say if I will not sing out, the rocks will praise Your Name

I choose to sing, to praise, to say

You are my God, the Way

c2021 Lisa Lyons