Because the Titmouse Sang to Me

 

Again the moment has arrived

When the afternoon light appears

Illuminating the golds of leaves 

Still clinging to the branches

Determined not to leave just yet

They shimmer on the breeze 

An attempt to cover the spaces

Where fallen leaves

Have left holes

For me to peer into 

The depth of the woods

And catch a glimpse of places 

Where soon 

Winter secrets will be revealed

 

For just that moment

I gaze and in the minute space

Of a breath

There is a hint of the longing of my heart

There is a hint of peace

Blessed 

Redemptive

Hope filed peace

 

The tasks at hand can wait

The paper can remain unfinished

The sermon will rest 

It is peace that I need

Maybe it is peace you need

I know that it is peace 

That the world needs

This moment will not last

And I need to  feel this peace

 

A small grey bird

A lovely Tufted Titmouse

Flits onto the nearby branch

And peers over 

To where I am writing

Her head leans to one side

And she bursts into song

Brilliant, persistent, purpose filled song

As if to tell me something that I need to know

But can’t quite understand

Because our language is not the same

 

Try, she sings to me, try

Try to know

Try to understand

Try to accept

Try to believe

The message of this moment

The message of this peace

 

Maybe all I really need to know

In this golden moment is

That as long as God’s heart is full of love

For you

For me

For all humanity

For all creation

This will not be

This cannot be

The last moment of peace

 

The golden moment passes

As I knew it would

But today I have more hope than yesterday

Because the Titmouse sang to me

The leaves swayed for me

The golden light shown on me

And I felt Holy love