Looking up at the black lace of dormancy
Against the brilliant blue
I see You.
Light and shade
Play across your face,
I hear you sing,
And long to join in…
Soft whistles escape my lips…
And I am reminded of a small plaque:
‘The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden,
Than anywhere else on Earth.’
And You swoop low, past my feet…
Perhaps encouraging me to fly.