Songbird
In the heart of the meadow
there is a whisper
deep within the briar.
A prayer
calling softly
In the wind
as the
bramble berries fall
to nourish the earth.
Beneath the softness
of leaf and flower,
thickets sometimes needle
with bristlecones
O
How life is such a meadow...
we journey,
seeking
a simple melody
from the Songbird
of our soul,
drawing us home.