Don’t Fill Your Sky With Too Many Birds and A Love Letter to My Lake

By Leigh-Anne Burley

Don’t Fill Your Sky With Too Many Birds and A Love Letter to My Lake

Don’t fill the sky with too many birds
wings touching wings leave no room for flight

Don’t fill your sky with too many dreams
Dreams need time to be bathed and soaked

Don’t fill your sky with too many promises
Promises have legs to stretch and roam.

Don’t fill your sky with too many hopes
Hopes fade as fabric in the sun

Don’t fill your sky with too many plans
They are like errant laughing children

Life spans are fleeting as flour
sifted on clouds filtering sunlight

The sun sets equally on
Birds
Dreams
Promises
Hopes
Plans

Fill your sky with Thanksgiving,
honoring your merciful Father.

A Love Letter to My Lake

You held our bodies in your liquid hands
floating embryotic souls.
We splashed in sunlit waters
sifting sand through our tiny toes.

Each morning, you embraced us with
a hundred sparkling kisses.
Each evening, your purring lapping
lulled our eyes into slumberland.

Faithful giant cradling us in gentle arms
while parents swim in icy river currents
keep us safe from their rocky shores.

Mother Lake, our hearts beat 
to the rhythms of your ebbs and flows,
holy sanctuary in the storm.