I know a place where the birds are used to humans, trusting them as bringers of food and not arrows or cages. As with the most trusting, they are the littlest - the smallest birds. If you hold out your hand in a cusp, even if your hand has naught in it, the birds will alight on your fingertips. Their clawed feet of leather are so delicate; they perch so delicately that it goes straight to your heart. One time when a bird was on the tips of my fingers, I imagined that Jesus had put His sacred heart into my hand. Is this the way He wants us to be - soul to soul? this gazing empty-handed, this meeting that is to say, I give you nothing and everything.