an out of sync chorus
bent on harmony
as discordant as a traffic jam.
In between the garbled avian speech
I hear a finch and a robin
and a message--"It's morning!"
In my very vague 4:30 brain
I succumb to the sounds
of Creation's alarm clock
and I am up,
(in spirit only, the body to
follow)
rejoicing with them in this new day.
How kind of God to bring such
news with music on the wings of dawn,
a symphony of which I never tire.
and you join in
ReplyDeletewith the birds
with the angels
with that great cloud of witness
each time you say
"thank you"