When worry tries to live tomorrow today
“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.” — Matthew 6:26
He hurried beneath the morning sky,
with twigs held in his beak,
building fast against the wind,
afraid of what next week might bring.
A branch.
A thread.
A blade of grass.
Another journey through the air.
There was always something more to find,
something more his nest might need,
something more he had to do before his heart
could rest.
And when the clouds began to gather,
he worked harder still.
“What if the rain should come?
What if the wind should rise?
What if tomorrow brings no food?
What if I cannot