Emile Munier - Artist

 

"...The birds seem to assume the nature of angels, and tenderly console us with their gentle carolling..."

The Carmelite Tradition

Celine's adorable story....

"When I was alone with Therese one day,
 I said to her:
 "You expect a delightful little bird like you to develop from a sparrow's egg, it's impossible!"
"Yes, but I'll perform a trick to amuse the saints.  I'll take the little egg and I'll say to the saints: 'Look, I'm going to do a magic trick.'  'Here is a little sparrow's egg; 
well, I'm going to make a pretty little bird like me come out of it!'
"Then I'll say in a whisper to God, presenting Him my little egg: 'Change the nature of the little bird by breathing over it.' 
 Then, when He has returned it to me, I'll ask the Blessed Virgin to kiss it.  Finally, I'll give it to St. Joseph and beg him to touch it.  Then I'll say aloud to all the saints:
     'All of you say that you love as much as I do the little bird that is about to come out to the egg!'
     'Immediately all the saints will cry out: 
'We love as much as you do the little bird that is about to come out of the egg!'
     'Then, triumphantly, I will break the egg and a pretty little bird will come out and place itself at my side on God's knees, and all the saints will be filled with joy when they hear the two little birds singing."
(Taken in part from, 'St. Therese of Lisieux, Her last conversations).

This little story fills my heart with joy and is a perfect example of why I love Therese so much!  I can almost hear her tell this delightful, little story!  I know that a lot of people think that Therese's writings are too flowery!  But, I have to admit that, that is the reason her writing appeals to me so much!  How I love my Little Flower!

Happy SUMMER!

When on a Summer's Morn by William Henry Davies

"When on a summer's morn I wake,
And open my two eyes,
Out to the clear, born-singing rills
My bird-like spirit flies.

To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush,
Or any bird in song;
And common leaves that hum all day
Without a throat or tongue.

And when Time strikes the hour for sleep,
Back in my room alone,
My heart has many a sweet bird's song --
And one that's all my own."

Painting by Lawrence Alma Tade

The Book 'Fatima in Lucia's own words...

In this book, Lucia tells the following:

"One day, we began to sing in happy chorus about the joys of the serra:

Ah! tra lala, la la
Tra lala, la la
La la la!

In this life everything sings,
And who sings better than I?
The shepherdess out on the serra,
Or the maid a-washing in a stream!

There's the merry chirp to the goldfinch
That comes to awaken me,
As soon as the sun arises,
The brambles come alive with his song.

The screech owl cries at night
Seeking to frighten me,
The girl in the moonlight sings
As she gaily shucks the corn.

The nightingale in the meadow
Spends the whole day long in song,
The turtle dove sings in the wood,
Even the cart squeaks out a song!

The serra is a rock-strewn garden
Smiling happily all the day long,
Sparkling with gleaming dew drops
That glisten on the mountain side!

"We sang it right through once, and were about to repeat it, when Francisco interrupted us: "Let's not sing any more. Since we saw the Angel and Our Lady, singing doesn't appeal to me any longer."

I would like to think that Our Lady smiled when she heard them sing this little song!

"The Chickadee"...

Tell me little Chickadee

perched upon my tree,

Do you sing for yourself,

or do you sing for me?

Wearing your tuxedo

looking oh, so smart,

how your sweet melody

warms my little heart!

Sing little Chickadee

each and everyday,

in the long months of Winter,

and in the sunny days of May!

Yes, sing my little friend,

it matters not for who,

for when I hear your little song,

my day shall not be blue!

By Lindy P.

Fly Away Old Bird...

I never tire of my little birds!

Little Birds...

I have a love for little songbirds and like to collect them...I have bird plates, mugs,little bird figurines, pillows,etc. I also love to collect bird quotes and scriptures! Here is one I found this morning while reading my Office of Readings...

"The birds too rise up and lift themselves up to heaven: they open out their wings, instead of hands, in the form of a cross, and give voice to what seems like prayer."

Taken from the treatise On Prayer by Tertullian, Priest.

If anyone has any "Birdie" quote, scripture or poem, I would LOVE to see them!! I want to add them into a pretty little bird notebook I bought yesterday!!