Cries of the Crows

The cries of the crows startle me from my reflective thoughts as I sit on my deck enjoying the morning sun. I watch as the crows descend upon the tree into the deep branches swallowed by the green foliage that is so dense the crows disappear from my sight.

It is as if there are no crows on the branches as I gaze at the tree. There are neither flashes of black nor sounds to indicate the tree is a haven for several large crows. If I can not see the crows can they see me I wonder?

I wonder is that how I remain hidden and blind to myself in areas that should be seen. Is there a wall of protectiveness around me filled with reasons, blame, judgment which, prevent me from seeing clearly? How much of my heart is in denial of things I need to look at and avoid others also seeing?

What deep dark secrets lurk beneath my subconscious waiting to be exposed? Is it better to say, “Come out now” while I am alone with God? If I take this time to look at some of these hidden areas will it protect me from something surfacing in a public forum, in a not so nice way? Sort of like the raw starling sound of the crow. “Ah, see me” the crow cries but with his cry I want to say hush, too loud, too brash, no music, nothing draws me. Where is the music, the soft melodious music?

As I ponder on the crow I realize without the quiet reflective time with God I am unable to stop the startling crow caws in my own life.

The caws of words and actions that appear out of no where leaving behind people startled and hurt in my flight path. I descend into my blind spot like the crow to hide and remain unaware from the world.

Fortunately, God sees the crow and me in our camouflage environment and can speak and calm our fears. Only God can open the way for us to see and be seen. As the wind moves the branches to expose the crows God moves the stumbling blocks from my heart and the blinders from my eyes to see my sin. As more of my hidden areas become exposed to God’s light I begin to be free and healthy to live the life God wants for me.

God can turn my crow caws into the song birds’ song of joy replacing hurt with love and harsh words with patience and kindness.