Kestrels of Martin Top

As I cycled home last month, a kestrel swooped past me. I know it was such a bird for it then proceeded to hover in the adjacent field, seeking prey, whereas other birds tend to glide about or merely perch in a tree. Watching a bird hover on one spot for several minutes I find fascinating; while I stared at its flying skills, it fully concentrated on the prospect of a meal below. When it swooped, it had found one.

Birds are chiefly characterised by their ability to move, particularly their flight. So too with humans (less the flight). A day spent in bed suggests either unfortunate sickness or moral turpitude. Decent people are reckoned to be out and about, not laying on a couch like an over-cooked potato. Yet Psalm 46 urges us to ‘be still’ and ‘know that I am God’. Sometimes the busyness of life is an enemy to personal holiness. Contemplation and meditation are good for the soul, but seldom are they done on the go. I suspect that if I kept still for longer, I, like the kestrel, would have more upon which to feed.

Image by Kev from Pixabay