On Mondays I’ve taken to writing psalms. This week's offering is inspired by two woodpeckers I saw peckering at the flamed maple outside of my dining room window. They were mining the good stuff from innards of the trees, and I thought there might be a metaphor in there somewhere. For reference, Picidae is the family name for the class of birds known as woodpeckers.
Psalm #13 (Picidae)
The woodpeckers, male and female, cling fast to bark, just at yard’s edge, beaks mining grubs from the hard hearts of the blushing broad-leafed maples. These trees, willing participants in the culling, gentle nature, bend in the wind, groan under the thud of the Picidae harvest, yield to the ever-pecking tedious now that is redemption.
Speaking of redemption, enjoy this little number by Daniel Martin Moore.