"may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know"
My newest collage-painting is finally finished (I think!) and it's all about my favorite theme, "telling your story"--to stand on tippy-tip-toes at the top of your world and sing your heart out! After all, our own stories are all that we have--even when they are sometimes ragged and torn --and we should be brave in sharing our broken places with one another, for this dark soil is especially rich for growing genuine friendships and connections that bring encouragement and healing.
"Whatever they sing is better than to know." I love this line. And when I discovered this e.e. cummings poem (along with another one here) a couple of weeks ago as I was looking for inspiration to finally finish this piece, I was struck with how it resonated with the idea I already had for this collage.
In my painting, the song of the bird's heart has been fragmented and roughly reassembled, but he's singing it anyway--and with all of his might! This is also the song of my heart--Amazing grace, how sweet the sound--the confidence that there is One writing our stories, One working behind the scenes to pull together all of the twists and turns, all of the brokenness and confusion, into a beautiful plot with meaning and purpose.
When life looks a bit rough around the edges and I just can't see how all the pieces are ever going to fit together, I pray my heart can still overflow with joy and thankfulness--like the birds of the air (Matthew 6:26) who rely on their Heavenly Father to feed them, who sing praise no matter what . . . because even the tiniest song of faith is so much more valuable than having all the mysteries figured out.
Much love to all of you this weekend, friends!