What if the birds just disappeared?
What if the sounds that fill my ears
and greet the dazzling early light
fell silent on the earth,
no longer proclaimed the joyful birth
of release from the darkness of night?
Perhaps that's the meaning of death.
A life without song is no life at all.
Hear the love in mother Quail's call
as she gathers her children to her side,
and the Mockingbird's melodies.
I cannot imagine how life would be
if those joyful songs from the Maple tree
fell silent on the waking earth.
Today I shall sing as I walk along,
join my voice to Creation's song
let loose by the mountains and valleys below,
a call to the reverence of life.
I shall find my place in Creation's choir,
become the song for this troubled hour,
sing hope into this frightened world.
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An excellent write DW. AP.
Thanks, AP. It's a tough choice to sing these days...but we've got to try. Best to you.
I am in three choirs and have not sung with any of them since lockdown and we do not think we will be able to sing together again until next year.
We still sing within our hearts for our 'troubled world'.
Andy
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