in the late hours.

A bird perched atop a rusted wire

And I can't help but feel amazed

by its balance

It holds tight, steady, and unfazed

as the rough texture of the wire

scrapes against its feet.

I am in awe of the balance

that the bird keeps.

The ability to just be,

To exist in a world

That can be chaotic, destructive, and violent.

Remain silent

Let me not be depressing.

We got some flowers.

We can talk about life in the day

Instead of the late hours.

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TODAY’S REFLECTION

This is one of my favorite poems I’ve written. I was, in my 20s, sitting outside my sister’s house when I noticed a bird balanced perfectly on a rusted wire. It wasn’t a big moment, but something about its stillness caught me. At the time, I was filled with anxiety and overthinking—constantly overwhelmed. So anytime I witnessed peace, even in something small, it felt like something I deeply craved and to capture it mentally.

That bird reminded me of the kind of stillness God calls us to. Back then, I didn’t have it. But now, I’m starting to understand what it feels like to live with peace—real peace. Not because life is perfect, but because I’ve learned that anxiety isn’t who I am. It’s something I experienced—not my identity.

Today, I feed myself differently. With scripture. With God’s truth. And I bloom. Slowly, but surely he waters me.

I still joke with myself: Trisha, you don’t always have to write in the dark—you can write about flowers too. Because for so long, I only wrote when I was hurting. Poetry was my release. And while that’s okay, I’m learning now that I can also write from joy. From peace. From stillness. From nature. From praise.

I can write in the light too.

“Be still, and know that I am God.” - Psalm 46:10