Robin’s Egg

When the noise becomes too great
and the strain of divisions multiply
return to the silence, the spring of renewal.
Let the cloth of ambition fall away,
the armor of protection and attack
become a robin’s egg,
blue and trusted to the world
on a spiraled nest of slender grass,
the paper thin shell holding within
a tiny curling form, feathered
and soon to be alive
with a yearning to take wing
into the waiting sky.




 Patrick Orleman Photography

Patrick Orleman photograph


11 Responses to “Robin’s Egg”

  1. Love it, Don — letting all the armored layers fall away to become fragile and vulnerable, and full of life. Works for me!

  2. Jane says:

    WHOA! Thank you, Don.

  3. Eric Dunn says:


  4. Pichay says:

    May the Word through me be trustworthy to a fragile world, its cry for integrity a paper thin shell.

  5. Ronnie Lim says:

    “When the noise becomes too great and the strain of divisions multiply…”, I remind myself to “wear the world like a loose garment”. Awareness provides a strong, beautiful and delicate shell through which life can burst forth when the moment is right. Thanks for making me really think on this one, Don!

  6. Bill Dare says:

    Beautiful… all the way around our Circle, Brother.

  7. Eilish says:

    So very relevant dad.

  8. Rose says:

    Yes. The eggs need the warmth of protection, and silence…

  9. Let the strain of imagined divisions fall away…beautiful!

  10. Elizabeth Nunn says:

    “Blue and trusted to the world”.
    Beautiful description of timely purpose.

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