Wren

Mother-to-be, the little wren finds a home.
Just an old soup can nailed beneath the edge of a rusty tin roof,
Placed there with hopes it would be found by such a seeker.
Patiently, lovingly she prepares her humble home from plans
Etched in her mind millennia ago.
As sweetly as Mary prepared the manger to receive Her Miracle,
This innocent mother, too, will prepare her nest to receive the warmth, of her destiny.

Phil Miller