I worry about my life at times, that I’ve not built an orphanage overseas or speak with marqueed frequency on platforms warmed with light. Jesus said when tempted to worry about such things to behold the birds. That’s what he said. Birds. And so in those times I rub my senses clear and wait for the singing. I confess more often than not I have eyes that cannot see. But I hear them and I am always astonished by the miracle of the little throats and feathers.