THE MOCKINGBIRD
© 1994 William C. Highsmith

In the early morning, as I watched from my window, I saw the sun as it began to rise, starting yet another cycle to brilliantly light the path for the new day to run its' course.

As I surveyed the scene, I saw a mockingbird as it so deftly flitted between the trees and bushes to finally perch upon the chosen limb - the limb which was to serve - as this morning's stage.

Oh! The performance was exquisite. The score was surely written in heaven. It rivaled a fine philharmonic orchestra.

As I listened and reflected, I began to contemplate my own place in this grand scheme of things. I began to understand where we - as mankind - stand in God's Great Plan.

Although, I cannot fly from tree to tree, I can build a mighty airplane to fly high above the trees. I was inspired.

Although, I do not perch on a limb as my stage, I can stand in a pulpit or in a great hall or on television. I was inspired.

Although, I cannot make the intricate sounds of the mockingbird, I can lead a great orchestra or play a fine instrument. I was inspired.

Did God in His Infinite Wisdom, foresee that I would need the inspiration to learn to fly or to sing or to express beauty? I believe He did!