There is something desperately painful when something dies, especially something vulnerable and also gifted with beauty. We arrived at Fair Haven late Friday night and as is our custom Betty sat about readying our home for bed while I set about building a fire. When I opened the door of our wood stove I found two lifeless bluebirds, a male and female. Apparently, they had begun a nest in our chimney and had fallen down our stovepipe sealing their fate. The female was fat with birth and the male laid on top of her. She had died first. Betty and I were both hurt by their deaths and even a day later I couldn’t shake the regret. I asked Betty about it and she said it was because they were so beautiful. Death is tragic and the death of those that are vulnerable and beautiful makes it all the more poignant. It is like the death of a child in the womb, they are so beautiful as little’s and their deaths make us, as a culture, less than, as a race, lesser. Life is Divine, beauty precious, and blue a gift. They create in us a guide for what life and death mean.
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| Matthew 10:29 |
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