A Minor Bird
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
I've never been an accomplished poet, but I certainly appreciate a well timed poem. Poetry can pack a punch in the pretties of packages - pricking your heart without the tiniest felt attack. Perhaps we should all speak in poetic rhyme, saying what's needed at the appropriate time?
What song are you trying to silence? God says he desires my faith and trust in his timing and plans. I work desperately to silence faith and trust, so that I can replace it with my own plans and control. Is there someone in your life that you spend a lot of negative energy on? Energy full of anger or frustration? Feeding resentment and critical opinions? Let them be. There is beauty in all shapes and sizes, but we don't appreciate it because we're too busy trying to paint over it with our own version.