A Message from the Nightingale

At times, it seems I wander alone in pain,

Friendless, except for the wounds, so

I seek a guardian for fortitude and healing

From a realm of unseen glory.

The nightingale sings that

The gate’s not closed.

Your prayers are heard

Along the songlines

In the Great Garden, 

Exploding into spectrums of light.

Surrender to calm.

Your guardian is here, for

Your prayers are keys to her abode.

The gate’s not closed.

It is your heart.