Birdsong in winter is something that thrills my soul; the audacity of exposure and singing through the dark and cold... Especially in the early morning; to hear a bird sing out its determination not to wait for springtime sun, but to live its fullness even now; oh, what encouragement that brings me! My family of origin was rife with life threatening, and life taking, depression. People who could not abide the dark and cold. From the very beginning of this life, some Great Grace imbued me with a song, which especially in challenging circumstances and seasons, makes me feel a great kinship with the blessed birds of winter. I am thankful to have inherited the Gift of feeling deeply, but I am also thankful for that Great Grace. Her song, I believe, has saved my life. Songbird by Brigid Clare Oak There is birdsong beyond my walls this bright morning. In the dichotomy of a spring-worthy sun and deep winter chill; the warble and trill of Life...
Women's Spiritual Poetry