Instead of faith

On a circling wind I watched a bird rise. Steady in its ascent, perfect stillness and awareness in every wing tip. On the same wind two sparrows tumbled through, flapping desperately to get to the nearest tree even as they were tossed around by the wind.

When I raise my eyes for inspiration, I don't always see what I wanted to see. But at times like this, I get what I needed- a good laugh at myself. So what if the universe doesn't feel like restoring my faith once in a while, and instead chooses to remind me of how ridiculous it is to flap about desperately in a storm?

Perhaps it is merely a spiritual placebo. Or perhaps it is just that when I am quiet enough to look to the skies, I can connect with a calmer, more rational and faithful self. Yet these are the times I am convinced of greater powers, a deeper universal rhythm worth keeping time to. And sometimes laughing at myself with.