Consider the Ravens
"Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them." (Luke 12:24)
We are ravens on the Canyon's edge, made passive with awe as our eyes feast upon God's creation. Reds and purples fading into grey, layer upon layer of color resting against the dark green of the juniper and pines on the Canyon's rim. And the bluegrey river so far, far below.
It's like flying, standing there on the edge. Like flying, almost. Taste the wind as it caresses you, urges you to take that last step, spread your wings, soar. Depth and distance make you dizzy and you feel like you're falling. Are your feet still planted firmly on the rock rim? Maybe.
We are ravens on the Canyon's edge, wishing only for our wings.
