Morning of Birdsong

How blessed be the soul
Of gifting to belong
To find oneself within
A morning of birdsong

A symphony surrounding
Of welcoming into
A prayer of simple drawing
One consuming you

In stirring of the soul
A tune known of the heart
One of wordless wonder
Of pure praise to impart

With the voice of soul
An offer of the gifting
To sing in silent prayer
In joy of the uplifting

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