Bird on a wire,
were you aware you were God’s word to me today?
My Sunday sermon, against a blue sky
His word expressed in turn of beak,
and fluff of feathers.
The language of His spirit, in the song
from your breast.
Bird on a wire,
did you know?
That your clear tune across a blue canvas,
wrote his word on my heart
as if the pen were your instrument.
Yes, we have missed your crystal clarity,
in our human discernment.
Before any issue from your bill
you stood in watch,
a silent sentinel,
teaching us,
we are to sing to him who made us,
from where we stand still,
in reverence.
Ana Lisa de Jong
December 2017
Living Tree Poetry 