Birds

The innocence of
Birds

Their colorful calls
Their melodious songs

Their silent fluttering
Their swift flying

How they synchronize
Perfectly
With each other

How they carefully
Build their nests
In the coziest of spaces

How they sing
To each other in the morning
Like fairy chimes in the wind

What Presence
These Beings have
Even while so little

What Grace
Their feathers hold
Like ancient eros

What Love
Is stored inside the frequencies of the
Songs of their Hearts

We humans have yet to fly
Yet we are continuously lifted
By those who do

How Blessed are we
To be the audience
Of God’s Angels