The Holy Love of God

Dear Blessed Mother.

Today; it seems to me, that God has sent His birds,

to sing such Loving Tunes, to me.

It occurred to me how obedient, that song-bird is,

to obey it’s Creator.

I hear it’s tune, even though, I also hear cars going, by in endless travel.

I hear it’s Peaceful Lullaby, even when I’m halfway between deep meditation and reality.

I also, hear my dryer turning, over as well.

I hear faintly this tune, when intrusive noises of

A chain saw in far off yards, clamors, for a dull note

through it’s mechanical teeth.

Another bird of a different species joins in unison;

Plural Songs of even more different birds seem, to mix more now.

Solitude, Solitude, Solitude!

Why do you escape me?

Too many tunes, clutter up the air.

Where is the far off, lovely Peaceful Tune of the

Little Bird, whose Melody seems So Sweet?

It seems Man cares not, for Silence.

Birds, too, I suppose.

It is the Soul, that selects the Tunes, to Listen to.

The Song Bird, of Peace is the Holy Love of God,

cooing softly Love’s Anthems, of Affection, Divine.

“I Love You, I Love You, I Love You!”

“I Never Tire of Loving You!”

Poetry Written in May 1995