Scavenger:
1. an animal, bird, or other organism that feeds on
dead and rotting flesh or discarded food scraps
dead and rotting flesh or discarded food scraps
2. somebody who seeks or looks through discarded items
in the hope of finding something usable**
(Encarta Dictionary)
The call of the crow lifted my eyes. As if a beckon to my soul... all within me stopped... looked up. It was the first time wildlife had called out to me... acknowledge my presence in months.
In this wasteland of frozen, the presence of life has retreated to southern safety. Leaving the remaining in danger's despair, the threat of death...we hide our life in layers, protecting... eyes down, heads bowed as the harsh pressed in.
The call of a wild scavenger. Her call doesn't reach the height of beauty and her colours equal this measure. But that is not the end of her story.
I watch as she sits perched atop the tallest branch, confident in hope. Hope for life, hope for spring. Hope that regardless of her ranking among her fellow-feathered-fowl she has a right and a purpose to live...to call for my attention...for a lifting of eyes and faith. As if she spoke the words of the Apostle: Wake up O' Sleeper. Rise from the dead and Christ will Shine on you (Ephesians 5:14).
Hope sprang out from the mouth of the wild one...wild at heart...wild in nature. In the midst of the lung catching, face biting freeze. Daring me to be wild...wild in living...wild in hope...wild in love. Wild in the face of these oppressive days. Like the wild Creator that breathed breath and life and beauty into us both...both so differently but equally filled with passion in His created ones.
There's Life in the wild one...freedom as you care less about the rotting of the wasteland, the breakdown and the outer mess that seems to remain. Where your song may not clip the ear of many and your colours may not demand a fan-following but the hope IN you can call forth life...more than the offerings of the wasteland...you can spark the same hope IN another.
Hope IN you.....Christ IN you. The hope of glory. (Colossians 1:27)
The heart of the wild Scavenger**
(see picture at http://www.pinterest.com/pin/98938523038306964/)
