330. The birds pour forth their souls in notes, of rapture from a thousand throats. ~William Wordsworth

Happier of happy though I be, like them
I cannot take possession of the sky,
Mount with a thoughtless impulse and wheel there
One of a mighty multitude, whose way
And motion is a harmony and dance
Magnificent…
~William Wordsworth

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A few weeks ago much of the ground in my garden was bare and seemingly bereft of life; now growing things are exploding from every plot, nook, and cranny. Even things I didn’t sow or plant are coming forth thanks to the winter winds and birds who sowed seeds for me. The bird population, as it does every spring, has swelled as well; the air is filled with the fluttering of wings, the building of nests, and joyful birdsongs. And what sweet melodies the birds sing for mankind! It does indeed seem that they “pour forth their souls in notes, of rapture from a thousand throats.” And as I listen, I find myself wondering how many birds have sung these same songs since the beginning of time. The number would probably stagger my imagination, but whatever it is would be more than enough to remind me that each of us is here with as much of a Divine purpose as they. Why, might one ask does their singing bring that thought to mind? It’s something that occurred to me long ago when I read, “A bird doesn’t sing because it has a reason. It sings because it has a song.” So now that thought always reminds me that every one of us has a voice, a “song” of some kind that’s capable, like the birds, of bringing a joyful noise into the world both for the Lord and for those mortals in need of hearing one.

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all the earth: make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise. ~Psalm 98:4 ✝

Thank you, Lord Jesus, that you save, you heal, you restore, and you reveal Your Father’s heart to us! You have captured me with grace and I’m caught in Your infinite embrace!

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14 thoughts on “330. The birds pour forth their souls in notes, of rapture from a thousand throats. ~William Wordsworth

  1. Pingback: 330. The birds pour forth their souls in notes, of rapture from a thousand throats. ~William Wordsworth | Sacred Touches

  2. Another wonderful picture I simply love—that mixed media thing this old art teacher just loves—as well as for the singing birds, and the new “greeness”!! Thank you Natalie for opening my eyes, each day, to the blessings which abound from a loving Creator and Father–
    Joy and blessings—cookie

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  3. Thanks, missy. I love the mixed media thing too. I’m gonna have to play around with it myself one of these days. You are so welcome, my friend, and I thank you for all your splendid posts that help me stay close to the Lord and you. Hugs and love, Natalie 🙂

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  4. Beautiful thoughts and bird portrait,dear Natalie !!! Love the processing ! Did you do it yourself ? Wordsworth’s poem is absolutely glorious ! hugs and ♥♥♥
    Doda xxx 🙂

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    • Thank you, Doda. If by processing you mean the graphic of the bird on the printed page, no I didn’t do that. I copied it from Pinterest. I wish I could do such things, but alas not so. Have a great day. Hugs and love, Natalie 🙂

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      • Hi again dear Natalie ! Your reply gave me the chance to have one more look at your brilliant post ! Then,you did the perfect choice,it nicely fits your concept … Take care,hugs and ♥♥♥ ,Doda xxx

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