Christian Poetry -98

The Bird is There

The bird is there;
wings beat the air.
Movement flutters, almost flies
against pink-blossomed
piece of sky.
The bird is there;
hidden, small
almost not there at all
except for flash of light
and dappled wing;
hear now, he sings.
The bird is there;
his shadow casts long tail
like streaming vine
across the wooden arbor.
The bird is there;
that truth, our harbor,
known by movement,
light and voice.
Comes the moment of our choice
we cannot put this on the shelf.
By shadow cast
he proves
his most substantial self.