“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
Plato
And now my head will be lifted up above my enemies around me, And I will offer in His tent sacrifices with shouts of joy; I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to the LORD.
Psalm 27:6
(cardinal singing high in the tree tops / Julie Cook / 2015)
Head down,
busy doing,
lost in thought
When a delightful sound,
A lyrical tittering cadence,
calls for my attention
My head lifts
My eyes search
Seeking the source of the call
I careen my neck
Looking high into the trees
The lush new foliage hiding your presence
Elusive yet persistent
Sweet and inviting
You call out, seeking
Your tenderness I cannot ignore
I listen with intensity,
for your persistence is rhythmically inviting
You call out to me,
wooing me with your song,
pulling me ever closer
Your delight is directed toward me
as it intoxicatingly draws me in. . .
I continue. . .
listening,
watching,
seeking
As you continue. . .
calling,
singing,
loving. . .
me
“The LORD your God is in your midst, A victorious warrior. He will exult over you with joy, He will be quiet in His love, He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy
Zephaniah 3:17
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