March 18, 2022

from June 15, 2021

There's a crow laughing in the tree outside

and a dove cooing on the house beside

the window they don't know I'm looking out

to discover what each their song's about

Perhaps they announce the coming rain

bless browning grass too long has lain

so dry beneath June's scorching sun

for birds, some say, feel what is to come

Or perhaps they sing their joy of life

and grateful voice their endless praise,

as poets say stars and sun must also do,

to God Who gives their lives their breath

And I know the rocks would sing if I did not

so I’m inclined to believe that birds do too

for though rain may come and rain may go

all creation knows that God is King alone