Birds are chirping fiercely,
A sign of good things to come,
For just ’cause you can’t see its’ worth,
Doesn’t conclude that it has none.
Shut your eyes and listen…,
Listen to their song of life.
Bury deep their soft melodies,
Which sooth passing-times’ lurking strife.
Let their voices lead you,
Each day, by day, by day long,
To hum a happy tune of hope:
That life can bring to ear sweet-song.
Good things are on their way,
Found by some but there for all,
Flowing from the breath of ‘God’s’ love,
Through birds, for mens’ hearts to enthrall.
—–In morn his passions’ call.
K. Aldaya, 3/17/05
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