Sshhh Quiet Bird

Sshhh Quiet Bird

The trees the brook the rocks

Smell in the breeze gentle song

Creation sung into dawning

Drifting then to softer tones dusk

Beloved.  My beloved.  Ahh my beloved.

Singing lullaby on wind, the brook, the rocks

Whispered in the breeze leaves rustling

Laughed across grass, earth, stone

Tickled through skin with sun warmth

Never before and yet never again

Was like you made you

Beloved.  Oh Beloved.

Sitting welcome of mossy earth

Wet warm and blessed

Listen and hear.  Shhh.  Quiet.

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