Consider the Birds

I know no sweeter sound
than the song of birds in the morning
As they sing of endless, carefree days
a door in my heart is opened
and I am again a child in my father’s house
free to step into the day with abandon
As my soul joins the music, I soar
and I hear my Father whisper
“Consider the birds”

Els W

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Els W

A lover of simple beauty, her poetry often stops us and reminds us to listen to the quieter voices around us calling out in delicate blooms from beneath the blades of grass at our feet.

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