As I was praying in St Michael’s and All Angels, Up Marden, I heard the Holy Spirit say to me,
“Beyond the song of the birds you will hear the chatter of angels’.
As I walked on The Trundle this morning the noise of the Skylarks was so intense I had to ask them to be hush down as they were interfering with my prayer. Can it be that this is the natural song of worship to the Creator? Do they blend with the voices of angels and echo the prayers of saints old and new, an endless verbalising of creations need to commune with its maker.
As I sit in my study at the end of my small garden, the apple tree is jumping with the presence of House Sparrows, Dunnock, Blue Tits, Great Tits, my mystical friend the Robin, the loved up Collared Doves, the old fat Wood Pigeons, the Blackbird, Rook and Crow. The free-wheeling gulls dance above my house, the Peregrine Falcon patrols the wasteland at the back of house as the Sparrow Hawk hurdles the row of fences on the look out for any unsuspecting small birds silly enough to present themselves on fence post.
St Brendan saw the birds as fallen angels as they explained to him ‘on Sundays and Holy days, we take on this physical form and tarry here to sing the praises of our creator’. The lament of the Birds for St Molua could only be interpreted by an angel and Columba was accredited to have had the language of the birds and was disparagingly known as the Crane Cleric by his detractors. The psalmist (91) sings of being ‘covered with His feathers and finding shelter under His wings.’ And when Jarvis Cocker (aka Pulp) released an album of Birdsong this year, you know its time to wake up to the chatter of our ever-present neighbours.
There is no doubt, the ever-present presence of birds is a natural mystic in my daily routine. So it is fitting that first official link to this site should be Birdsong Radio
“melodious music the birds perform
To the King of heaven of the Clouds
Praising the radiant King
hark from afar the choir of the birds.
Martyrology of Tallaght
