Monday, June 6, 2011

THE SONG OF THE BIRD

In the dark stillness,
Of the pre-dawn morning,
A bird is calling.

The pure sound,
Flying through,
The door,
Of my open heart.

You are welcome,
My little friend,
Having arrived,
Laden with sweet messages.

These sacred gifts,
Are offered,
From the source of Love,
And can only,
Be opened,
In the fragrant silence,
Of,
A grateful heart.

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