Susan LaffertyTiniest bird perches on a high branch. And sings his heart out.
Morning praise at sunrise.
Dark silhouette of this little feathered one begins to change.
Revealed in the march toward full-on blue sky and light of day.
Phrases from other cultures land in our sentences and frequent our conversations.
One of those? “Same same, but different.”
We are the same. But different.
In our trek across oceans and sojourns in other lands, we see this.
Face to face. While talking about family. Life. Hopes. Dreams. Pain. Struggle.
Same same, but different.
“Blessed is the man….” Our class repeats Psalm 1. Rhythmically. As directed by the professor.
And years later the words return to my mind. With a beat.
His Word.
Faithful and true.
