Dear God, I Have Questions

Remember the baby bird that was stuck behind the net.

Nature was confused that day by the snow in the south.

There was a way out but the bird couldn’t see it.

It kept flying into the net then falling down.

Never seeing or perceiving the open space to the right.

I picked up the bird.

As it lay still in my hands, I carried it away.

I took it to a new place, where it could be free.

As I opened my hands the bird knew it was time to fly.

It snowed that day.

In January.

On the 21st of 2025.