The red-winged black birds are more noticeable in the stripped-down winter landscape. Drive along a fencerow, and they rise in great waves into the air, one mass of black after another. They turn and all but disappear; then, forming one single big flowing group, appear again. Theirs is a swelling symphony in the air.
In the winter sky at night, there is the opposite: a vast inky darkness with a milky wave of soft light and millions of points of clear light.
Both delight – and cause me to feel warm, and deeply glad. I smile, as if to God, for I feel loved.
The winter birds, the winter sky are merely doing what they do, being what they are. So if God is Creator Creating and, I believe, God is agape (unconditional love,) then the reason I feel loved when I see the symphony of red-winged black birds or the vast night sky, is because I am acknowledging a loving, creative universe – of which I am part. With great joy I am viewing outside of me something I am at the very core of my being: agape.
And so are we all.
Pat
8 January 2008
