Wednesday 13 September 2023

A night of fractured sleeping leads me to be out walking with Luke before 5.

The new moon can be seen in full profile, as though in an eclipse, a pale orange. The thinnest bright sliver is showing on the lower edge. Venus, the brilliant early morning planet, twinkles above and to the right. When the clouds move by, pale Orion and bright Sirius can be seen, along with Castor, Pollux, Elnath, and Aldebaran.

The tide is falling, sweeping out, and there is a feeding frenzy which I cannot see but can hear loudly. Birds are calling, squawking, crying, laughing in a continuous wave of excitement. The Lord asks me:

            What are they doing, child?

“They’re feeding, wildly, in joy at the swarming supply of fish.”

            I feed them, abundantly.

In the pause that follows, the noise of the birds becomes a physical presence.

            I feed you, I feed all my creation, every day, what they need, and so much more.

            Do not fear, for I am covering your all.