• Justin Myers

Two Birds

Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?”

Matthew 6:26


Two birds whistled. The sail gently flipped and flapped under the beaming sun. The fingers of the ocean reached out from somewhere too far away to see and touched all sides of the steady, rocking boat underneath his feet. The water was still that day.

Before the sun rose, the wind howled, and waves crashed. Rain fell and thunder smashed through the air unimpeded. It is a wonder the little boat made it safely through the storm. He suspected this was why the birds now clung to the boom with no attempt to venture out. How did they survive the storm? They didn’t join him until daybreak, and land had not been in view for two days.


He sat, back against the hull that faced south, with his feet propped up on the opposite side. The sun’s touch was warm on his skin. He wondered how far the light and heat traveled. How did it make its way to him? They say the sun is so large and so far away. “The boat and I are so small,” he thought. The sun cast a cosmic blanket of heat and light as far as his eye could see. Yet, he wondered, ”It seems significant that this includes me.”

Most of the bread was soggy from the storm. He set it out to dry, hoping it would be safe to eat… until the birds arrived. “That’s it, they need the bread, too” he concluded.

He grabbed one of the two dry pieces left and cracked half off to store away for later. He split it in three and tossed one piece to the right and one to the left. As if they understood his intention, the birds hopped off the boom in opposite directions, taking their share of food. It struck him that these birds were provided for. With no land for miles, they had a place to rest their wings. They had warmth from the sun. They had food to eat.


The bird on the left was slightly larger than the one on the right. It pecked quickly at the bread, almost frantically, yet not without suspicious glances in the boy’s direction. It was a rather frazzled creature with dark brown feathers. The meal on the right was slow. This one seemed to have forgotten anyone was there. These feathers too were frazzled, with the addition of white spots speckled here and there.

Soon, the rations were gone, and the suspicious bird took flight. The boy watched its wings flap into the distance, carrying the bird due north until it finally was out of sight. The other friend, with a quick flap of its wings, perched itself at the front of the boat facing east. The boy hoped this was a sign he was headed in the right direction.


Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?”

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