Early this morning
the music of the songbirds
reminded me of all that is beautiful.

I remembered
another morning when I wept:

how could the birds keep singing
how could my heart keep beating
how could the clock keep ticking

A human melody
so pure
so innocent
so sweet.

The perfect song
for that sacred soulful place inside
where words just simply cannot reach.

© Candace Kirby

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