The egg lay in the grass, freshly opened, its yolk spilling out. It was rather large and looked like something I’d buy in the store, but here it was up on this hillside, near a little traveled walking path. I wondered at the creature it had meant to be. The promise of a life left to die here in the open sun. This bird would never grow wings or fly the open skies over my head.
The way of nature taught me a deeper lesson. The gift of life promised in every egg. So many children we have yet to meet. So many gifts and promises their lives bring into the world. We deny ourselves when we deny them.