Here, on a Monday
morning,
A craziness of birds
Chirping fit to break the
trees.
How can I tell
If this is music,
Or merely agitation?
Even so
Life,
Challenges always
My small discernments,
Stretching my little
wisdom
To the place of
helplessness,
To the place of choice.
May my confusions
Always lead to prayer
And a deep thanksgiving
That the birds make music
still.
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