Poem: The Blackbird Sings

The Blackbird sings
As if in the know
There approaches promised new life
Beyond rain, wind and snow.

The bird cannot see
The forthcoming Spring
But it is sure of its hope
Thus its praise-song doth ring.

Even aerials are placed
For such birds to rest on
To receive fresh Word from God
Which they express in their song.

And here is the truth
That few humans grasp:
That’s it’s only the birdsong
That brings Spring’s birth at last.


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