This morning a mockingbird
sang to me
from the highest branch of
an oak tree on the far side of
the barbed wire fence.
Her song trebled and tumbled
across the pasture;
rolling notes
up and down the scale,
spilling out into the bright morning,
filling the air with
joyful elegance.
I am happily reminded
that joy is found in the song,
in the singing
in the unrestrained release of
soul and spirit
given to the world,
freely.
May the song of my life
bring joy and peace
to all who
hear.
May I sing with hope
born of trust,
nurtured in the mystery
of living.