Dear God,

In my next life, I think I’d like to be a bird.  I’ve always wanted to be an elephant again–they are so huge and loving and have such a good loud noise!  But lately I’m getting fond of the bird’s life.

I could be an eagle and hang out near the bridge that I drive over these days–black body, like a royal sentinel, white head tipping back and forth, spying through the lake waters to the fish darting beneath and below.  Or perhaps I could be a marsh wren–a tiny chubby bird fluttering from bush branch to another with a huge insistent clacking voice.

Or maybe I could be an osprey, spreading up my full wings, spanning my open heart, soaring over the marsh waters in glory.

Yeah, that would be nice.

And Dear One, thank you for being the feathers on my wings, the wind in my hair, the love in my heart.