Email Post to a Friend: THE OWL'S SONG

The information you provide on this form will not be used for anything other than sending the email to your friend. This feature is not to be used for advertising or excessive self-promotion.

Your Name

Required

Your Email Address

Required

Friend's Email Address

Enter a comma separated list of up to 10 email addresses.

Required

Remember Me Saves your name and e-mail address on this computer

Message

Maximum 300 characters

Banging Away at Nothing

I had a disconcerting thought this morning. My husband came in the bedroom and said, "You have got to come outside and see this." An across-the-street neighbor has an older car that is decorated with a wide chrome strip that extends the length of both front and rear doors. A robin stood next to the car, very still, eyeing the chrome, and then us as we watched from a distance. Then he went back to gazing at his image in the chrome.
"Clink!" Up he hopped, wings flapping, to give the intruder a hard peck on the noggin. He fell back to the ground. More eyeing..."Clink!" Back to the ground. Mr. Robin must have been a little confused, because (after a head shake) he stoodl very still and quiet for about a minute.
Flap flap flap! "Clink!"
We grinned at the foolish and feisty Mr. Robin, and then grinned at each other as we exchanged a few comments about the nature of animals (and people) who are "twitterpated" in the spring.
Later the thought came to me that perhaps I sometimes look like that to God. Does God watch me as I foolishly waste time and anger and defensiveness and energy on some false image of what is real? Do I hop and look important and peck -- only to get a dizzy head?
All too often, I am afraid this is so.
God must wonder at me sometimes, seeing how I don't notice that what I'm fighting is just a shadow of the real enemy.