Isa 31:5  As birds flying, so will the LORD of hosts defend Jerusalem; defending also He will deliver it; and passing over He will preserve it.

 

Praise

 

The song of a mockingbird in the stillness of early morn

 

singing praises to its Maker ... and attracting my attention?

 

Endless seems its song ... as this moment now adorns

 

the removal of heart’s faking ... about the beauty of creation.

 

 

Melodious in origination ... soft rhapsody of life

 

perfection for a moment ... stroking my listening ears

 

Deep into the inner-man ... removing all the strife

 

almost like atonement ... removing uncertainty and fears

 

 

Soon it will be daylight ... the song be lost in noise

 

and take from the heart ... the touch of serenity

 

The song the spark of light ... that carried in its voice

 

the worship of creation’s part ... for the gift of Eternity

 

 

Now the singing stopped ... it seems completely silent

 

a moment of calm ... before the storm of “life”

 

The flesh will gather crops ... that it sowed in violence

 

ever since the Fall ... hungering to survive

 

 

Routine will take over ... and instinct will find a way

 

in its search for comfort ... and self-satisfaction

 

The bird now undercover ... waiting again to play

 

when flesh thro sleep is covered ... in its own dimension

 

Jan Wienen