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.