Quod me nutrit, me destruit

The Thorn Birds By Colleen McCullough
Long Ago, there was a bird who sang just once in its life.
From the moment it left its nest, it searched for a thorn tree and it would not rest until it found one.
Once found, it began to sing more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.
And singing, it impaled its breast on the longest, sharpest thorn it could find.
Dying, it rose above its own agony to out-sing the lark and the nightingale.
The thorn bird pays its life for that one song and the whole world stills to listen
and God, in His heaven ~smiles.
As the best is bought only at the cost of great pain.
This beautiful creature is driven to the thorn, with no knowledge of the dying to come.
But when we press the thorn to our breast,
We know……..
We understand…..
And still……we do it.
    • Momma
    • March 1st, 2010

    I’d rather sing a song of love and encouragement. I think of the crown of thorns on Jesus head when they killed him. He was like that one thornbird….to help humanity make their way to God.

  1. What a beautiful analogy!

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