Nelle prayed the decision to move her Sisters was the right one.   They lay in sacred ground, some over one hundred years, and per established custom, exhuming them was wrong. 

“Please, God… a small sign that You agree with this.”

Then birds filled the trees drowning out her worries, and sunlight shown.

~selah~

7/5/22

GRADUATION

Iggy, so called because of the spiked tuft of feathers shooting up between his eyes, twitched, tenuously stretching his wings wide from his sides. He blinked his bright eyes right, left; crouched above the down that lined the bottom of the nest, squeaked a salute to his mother, then leapt.