Enough, Just to Sing

 

It took quite a few attempts to locate, zoom in, capture and identify

 this little Sunday-afternoon 'songster';

a fledgling rose-breasted grosbeak 

(Please correct me if I am mistaken!)

Through dark shadows of love’s sorrows

Over the mayhem of life

Without worry about morrows

Unaffected by vain strife

Seeking no self-aggrandizement

Performing without applause

Or eye-catching advertisement

To attract creature to cause

Not by warble-envy taunted

Nor by fear or dread deterred

But with melodies undaunted

Sings and sings the little bird

Enough to know its Creator

Who grants each minstrel its part

Hears beyond the pitch and meter 

To the timbre of the heart

…oh may we learn by example

From this little feathered thing

How to be content and humble

...enough just to sing and sing

By bias and vaunt unhindered 

Honored to take our place

Enough just to praise the Giver

For our portion of His grace

© Janet Martin

Matt.6:26-27

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns,

 and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.

 Are you not much more valuable than they? 

 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life[a]?