Wild Winter Liturgies

The cedar waxwings arrived yesterday. Waxwings are wonderful, mysterious birds. Here in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, their visits are brief. They come to our backyard for a few hours in February, and then they journey on. If we are lucky, we get to see them. I was a lucky–blessed–to get to be near the waxwings this week.

The fleeting visits of these beautiful birds each winter remind me of the profound wisdom of creation’s rhythms, creation’s liturgies, if you will. In the midst of the chaos and conflict that so often accompanies human calendaring of events, it can be life-giving to pay attention to creation’s biorhythms and their reminder of God’s goodness and grace.

I crafted this poem as a prayerful imagining of what kind of internal spiritual resistance is needed if we are to reclaim for our often contentious times healthy heart and head space so that we can do our part to cultivate communities of Gospel hospitality, healing, and hope.

Biorhythmic Resistance

The waxwings visited today. They
know when at winter’s spring-ward edge

to harvest our backyard cedar’s bounty
of berries. Sometimes the grace of

February wildness tugs my eyes skyward,
and I see them, masked urban foragers

warming naked Jack Frost trees with
ephemeral browned-butter flames.

They dapple still-cold skies with tails
dipped in sunflower yellow, and then

they are gone, leaving no sign they
were ever here at all. But as I watch

them fly away, an ancient promise
caresses my face. When uninvited

strangers occupy our terraces, hold minds
hostage to chaotic rhythms, desperate

to rewire fragile dreams to their own
gravitational forces, this is how we

resist. We synchronize our wings to
creation’s pace, breathe in and out

the spiraling balm of hope. And then we
live as people who remember, who

know in the marrow of our bones:
the waxwings will visit again.

Photos by Jill Crainshaw
Photo by Jill Crainshaw






3 responses to “Wild Winter Liturgies”

  1. Helen E Logan Avatar
    Helen E Logan


  2. Teresa Berger Avatar
    Teresa Berger

    Yes indeed, let us “synchronize our wings to creation’s pace,” and resist.
    Thank you, Jill.

    1. Jill Crainshaw Avatar
      Jill Crainshaw

      Thank you, Teresa.

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