Thursday, April 18, 2013

Perishing Pigeons




I knelt in church. The Blessed Sacrament stood on the altar, enclosed in the golden monstrance. All around me people knelt, their heads bowed in prayer. One hour of silent adoration of Our Lord. Everything was peaceful. Outside it was noisy, busy, and hot. But in here it was cool, silent and restful.

Maybe that’s what brought the pigeon inside the church, the coolness. Or maybe it wanted to come and see Our Lord too. At any rate, there it was, swooping through the church, heading towards the front. It shot upwards suddenly, and landed on one of the exposed crossbeams of the roof. Hardly anyone noticed the bird anyway.



Everything stayed nice and peaceful, just right for pray and adoration. I forgot about the pigeon in the room. Until it fell out of the air and landed on its back on the floor, near the altar, stone dead.

What made the pigeon die like that? Why did fly into a church, sit there, and then just perish? I still haven’t managed to work that bit out yet. Maybe it was overcome by the presence of God as it sat there in the roof. Or maybe it was something else. But, whatever the reason for its death, it couldn’t have chosen a better time, or a better place to die, in a church, before Our Lord exposed.

8 comments:

  1. Things like this always make me contemplate things about life and God. Beautiful story.

    Happy A to Z blogging.
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    1. They always get me thinking too. I don't think that the pigeon could have chosen a better place to die. How beautiful to die right there in the church before Our Lord.

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  2. Wow, what a way to die for a pigeon...

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    1. It is certainly an amazing way and place for a pigeon to die, isn't it?

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  3. It knew where it needed to be to die.

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    1. It did. I don't know how it did, but pigeons must be cleverer than I thought.

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  4. Hi, Imogen,

    Interesting. I'd be wondering about the pigeons death too and what it meant.

    J.L. Campbell writes Jamaican Kid Lit

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    1. It was certainly unusual. I've never seen anything like that happen before. Thanks for visiting J. L.

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