A Nest in Our Garage

A nest of wren eggs in our garage.
The parent birds coming and going.
Guess we better leave the garage door open, said we.
Coming and going.
We heard peeping.
Finally - the babies were hatching.
Mother & Father flew in and out with things in their mouths.
Babies lived in the nest, alone until the parents came each time.
Tiny, sentient lives that grew there,
And joined the world outside.
When it was time.
The spectacular miracles around us
God’s glories
Under our noses.
Celebrate the glorious world today
As you walk through it.