It is surprising to me that wherever you go, you can hear birds.
And they live their lives without a grocery store.
They are wild, and yet, they are among us.
And yet we are a world away
When it comes to things like faith.
Still, they condescend to grace us with the song
Of simple trust. Always. Always. It chirps.
It’s there in almost every outside moment
And passes through every cracked
And open window,
A constant reminder
That no one need fret unseen tomorrows.
And yet, how infrequently we listen!
