Like a Thousand Red Birds

Like a Thousand Red Birds Phil Porter We clutch our tiny bits of faith in tight fists, shoved firmly into our pockets. We clutch it suspiciously, so unwilling to let it go-- we don't want to lose it. We clutch it fearing that once it is spent, we will be without hope, cast adrift, out of luck. Help us loosen our grip. Help us to pull our hands out of our pockets. Help us to uncurl fingers stiffened over time, to grow, to shimmer, to pulse, to explode into the air like a thousand red birds. Source: Unknown Add your thoughts at inward/outward This message is a daily service of inward/outward. Was this message forwarded to you? Click here to sign up. No longer interested in receiving these readings? Click here to unsubscribe. Having trouble unsubscribing? Email Church of the Saviour Office: churchofthesaviour.office@gmail.com