240826 Lessons of a Birdbath

Lessons of a Birdbath

The sweetest joy has blessed my days
My birdbath filled with bright blue jays
Though other kinds are in the mix
Blue jays, I've counted five or six

The jays seem to have staked a claim 
As if my birdbath bears their name
When others come to splash and play
All of the blues chase them away

Cardinals and sparrows have to learn
The jays demand they wait their turn
Since the birdbath is their domain
The other birds must do the same

Occasionally, a squirrel will come
To try and join in all the fun
But if the jays are there en masse
Then even squirrels don't get a pass

Though ornithologist, I'm not
In watching birds, I've learned a lot
At least in my birdbath I see
There's an avicular hierarchy 

Though I doubt It's always the truth
In my backyard, jays rule the roost
In some unwritten law of things
The rulers seem to don blue wings

Yet, mockingbirds can call their bluff
When they decide they've had enough
And though the blue jays raise a stink
Seems every creature gets a drink

As water bearer, I make sure
That every day, the birds have more
They, in return, entertain me
With their sweet songbird melodies 

Their need for water brings to mind
My Holy Savior's living kind
How it is lovingly supplied
No one who asks will be denied

So, just like when I watch birds preen
God's living water washes clean
The stain of my sin, white as snow
So sin's price I no longer owe

Unlike the jays, who must be first
All those who seek shall quench their thirst
The Water Bearer, making sure
That every day we receive more

No need to squawk or get in line
Just come on in; the water's fine
And like the songbirds, all my days
I, too, shall sing in joyful praise

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