The Bluebird

A happy little bluebird came to visit me this spring.
She lit along the windowsill and tapped upon the screen.

I thought when I first saw her that she would soon be gone,
But spring has turned to summer, and her tapping still goes on.

Morning, noon, and night, whenever I sit in my chair,
I look out of my window amazed to find her there.

She has become a messenger that bears hope to my heart,
Telling me by her sweet song that loved ones never part.

I know God uses dear ones to comfort and to cheer,
To bring alive the hope that dims when we are in despair.

To me, this tiny bluebird bears a message that is true,
God is ever faithful, and He's watching over you.

He knows the sorrow of your loss, for He's lost someone, too.
And by the power of His loss, the faithful are renewed.

His love and peace be with you, all sorrow you can face,
Trusting in His promises, relying on His grace.

~ Linda Gleason ~
Copyright © 2008

This story of the bluebird is true. She came to visit on the day my mother died.
I expected her to be gone the next day, but she stayed for months, raising her family in a bluebird box erected on a pole by the window, just under the eave of our house. I came to see her as a messenger, and I am grateful she was there to remind me that love lives on.
[ By: Linda Lee Gleason, Copyright © 2008 ( ) -- submitted by: Linda Gleason ]

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