Psalm 26:7--That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Song in the Dark

Song in the Dark

It is dark yet.
The birds sing.
The sun is not yet risen;
in the shadow of itself
the world lies shrouded.
No light,
no sun, no stars--
but song.

From hidden harps
drift silvery notes,
the chimes of angels
flown to earth
with velvet wings
and silken voices,
soft and soothing to the heart.
Each fluted song lives
with lambent ambience,
power born of the simple act,
color to the darkened world,
visible to those with
ears to hear.

It is dark, yet
the birds sing.
They refuse to rest,
to still their song,
to check their joy.
They let nothing
hinder their harmony,
not even the night,
for through the darkness
they see clear.
Even in blackest night
the bird can sing.

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