To the window flew  a  House Wren.

Tho' by nature wild...she came as friend.

She didn't come to catch bugs or flies,

But only  to capture  ears and eyes...

I heard and saw.... in complete awe...

A  bird sweetly  sing her song  to God!

 Proudly with joy and  without  fear,

Her notes aloud  were clear to hear...

She stayed faithfully til' the evening,

Entertaining  Jesus with her  greeting.

In the morning I watched her retrieve,

Straw and twigs from a pile of leaves..

The wren disappeared to build a nest;

For a  short while she appeared as guest...

There will be others on earth to follow along...

For mothers give birth and bring their song....

© by Andrea Jeanne Petersen
Created May 08, 2006
(A poem written for Mother's Day)
To mother's who are still on earth  and to others
who have come before His presence with singing....

This page is dedicated to Sandy Petersen our sister-in-law
 who passed away on May 6, 2006...And to a cousin Arlene Seaquist
 who left this earth on April 25, 2006...