Glory be to God for wingéd things:
purple throats of finches pour forth
cascades of watersong
black scissor-wings of crows cut
clear blue cloth of sky
chickadees bob black caps, send cheery notes
from birch to cherry, laughing
hanging nest of bushtits trembles—
cheep and chitter of songs newly hatched
robin red breast swells with ruby joy, spills hidden carols
to the viridescent spring
God’s Sacred Dove preens her phoenix feathers,
dives to earth, alights on all our heads
in flicking tongues of flame:
Sing praise.
Photo by Julio Mulero, Creative Commons via Flickr.
