Bird in a Tree

I recently wrote a post about dealing with the feelings of an almost empty nest. I received the sweetest and most poetic response, written by my daughter-in-law. It really touched my heart, so I'm no longer feeling "blu, blu, blu". I reprinted her comment here. And I think my son is one lucky duck.

Niamh said...
"The little birdies cannot understand those who have roots. The trees cannot fathom a life with wings. The birdies have the freedom to fly from branch to branch, while the trees become the centerstage for this Earthly masterpiece. The daylight beckons the birdies to sing to the heavens, and the trees to praise with outstretched arms. In the spring, the birdies don great colors of the grace God has given them. The trees sprout their robes of flower blossoms and blooms. In the winter, the birdies nestle deep into the bark of their trees seeking shelter from the wind, and the trees breathe sighs of relief that their roots can provide the strenght to weather the winter storms. It is not for loss that the birdies fly, or that the trees have root. The trees would be lonely without the birdies, and the birdies would be lost away from home were it not for the hospitality of the trees. They both see life from the same perspective, the view of Earth from its nearest realm to Heaven. It is not that those with wings begrudge those with their roots. It is not that those with roots wish to have wings. Those with wings are small, but their work is necessary. Those with roots are large, and they provide the basis for survival for many more than themselves. It is simply that God wanted some to fly and some to remain stable - but both must do their work in order that what must, gets done."