I saw eye to eye with a crow today
(Wallace Stevens should be so blessed!)
She offered to part with a broken pine spray
when I was in deep distress.

She stood on a ledge near my shoulder
a hand’s breadth away from me;
when I dared to move even nearer,
she stared unwaveringly.

Would you offer a bit of pine,
said I, as if it were costly balm
to an anxious, stormy heart like mine
that’s abandoned all hope of calm?

She listened quite appreciatively
iridescent in the sun;
she shook her feathered livery
as if we were having great fun.

Merrily she offered to play a game
of trading a twig for a twig;
“You’re just a bird, you have no shame,
for my suffering you don’t give a fig!”

So saying I turned to walk away
when she fluttered behind me and spoke:
“Can you not see me trying to say
in ways other than my usual croak,

“That God who made both man and crow
He daily bears our woe?
Caw! I’d share, if I could, in your sorrow,
but He bears it forevermore.”

I see eye to eye with a crow each day
And for that I am richly blest
For she and I share a provident day
As together in God we rest.

 1 Peter 5:6-7: Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.

Psalm 68:19: Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens. (NIV)

Psalm 95:7-11 – For he is our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts, as at Meribah, as on the day at Massah in the wilderness, when your fathers put me to the test and put me to the proof, though they had seen my work. For forty years I loathed that generation and said, “They are a people who go astray in their heart, and they have not known my ways.” Therefore I swore in my wrath, “They shall not enter my rest.”