These were the directives for today's writing prompt.
As I look at the face of this winged creature, I see a timidity; perhaps some reluctance; maybe even a measure of trust. The bird, although out of its natural realm, still seems peaceful as it perches atop the wrinkled hand.
I don't know much about style, colour and composition, but I must admit that I love the simplistic hues that emphasize the 'bird in the hand...'
A tranquility pervades my being as I gaze upon this unlikely scene. I start thinking about God and how he cares for even the sparrows [and swallows] and how he cares even for me. Trust is the title I would give this picture if anyone ever asked for my two cents.
I remember how lost and alone I felt at times when I was going through chemotherapy for ovarian cancer. I remember tears and spiraling out of control. But I also remember the Hand of God that lifted me up and brought me through. I remember the well-timed acts of mercy, the words of assurance and the power of prayer. Like the little swallow pictured here, I slowly began to trust...
Matthew 10:29-31 "Not even a sparrow, worth only half a
penny, can fall to the ground without your
Father knowing it. And the very hairs on
your head are all numbered. So don’t be
afraid; you are more valuable to Him than...
a whole flock of sparrows [or swallows]."
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