Friendship ... long ago back when people were given their first
instrument,
the drum, there was singing, playing, pounding and listening to
Mother's
heart beat (drum). They were rejoicing and feeling the joy of living.
All of
the birds and things gathered around to listen. They too wanted to join
in,
so bad, to the joy of this song. The word was given that the next day,
the
birds would be given song. The one that could fly the highest would be
given
the most beautiful song of all. That night they were all anticipating
the
day to see who would fly the highest. There was a little bird with
wings
about an inch long or so. His heart was just bursting out wanting to
sing in
joy. He knew he couldn't with his little wings so that night he crept
up and
snuck up under the wing of the great eagle and he stayed there. When
the new
day came they started out. The eagle just bounded up and started to
fly. He
started to fly with great strength and courage. He was aware of this
little
bird under his wing but he paid no attention he just moved upward and
upward. Then soon all the birds had been left behind. He still carried
that
little one higher, higher and higher. They were way up and clean out of
sight. The eagle's heart gave all the strength that he had in his wings
and
he lifted his wings with one last great thrust. Then that little bird
leaped
out, fluttered up a little bit higher and they both came down, down to
earth. So the little bird flew higher than the eagle. The Creator
blessed it
with the most beautiful song. The great bird that carried him up so
high
that he touched the heart of Creator has been blessed ever since too.
But
the little bird felt shame and remorse. He didn't really understand the
love
of Creator even though he had his song in his heart. That little bird
up
north, you might hear him, he will be way back in the thickets by
himself.
He is called the Hermit Thrush. He shares a very special place in the
heart
of Creator and a very special bond with the great eagle.

by Blue Panther