The Hummingbird
 

It was a cloudy day early in October,
A chill was in the air
On top of the hedge
A hummingbird sat there.
It was much too late in the season
They had already left
For the South until Spring returned.
But there it sat, all huddled alone,
I gently cupped my hands around it,
And raised it from the bush.
I took it inside, to give it warmth.
It never struggled, but sat quietly
As if it had known
No harm would befall it in my hands.
The joy was all mine for,
Here I was, holding this little beauty.
My heart gladdened from it's pain,
The pain from the loss of a dear one
Not so long ago.
It was as if this little bird
Had meant to be held by me,
To give me strength as well.
This little bird began to move
Inside my cupped hands,
There was much warmth inside
Between it and me.
I took it back out and gently
Placed it back from whence I
I found it, and when checked on again,
A short time later it was gone
I praise my Lord for that special
Day, that now seems so long ago.
For He allowed me to do the one
Thing I had wanted for so long,
To know the love that seemed lost
Forever, in that precious moment,
Holding that beautiful little bird.
God makes Himself known in the smallest
Ways at times, what a wonderful way it was,
And Oh, what a wonderful God.