Cupped high up in the metal railing of a balcony whose eyes stretch out to the messy rawness of beauty beyond, the flickering of lipstick red flamboyan flowers waving in the distance, two little beating hearts with open beaks tilted toward the sky, wait.
Cultures mingle below, skipping, dancing, playing and these tiny beaks sit in an expectant posture.
This cradled nest, with it's masterful craftmanship, is but a thumbnail in this hallway, yet it does not go un-noticed.
Even after they've been fed, their beaks point heavenword in anticipation, the hunger remains.
All creatures hunger with a deep unsatiable aching for authentic relationship . . . with their creator.
"O Lord, how manifold are your works! In wisdom have you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures." Psalm 104:24