Poem

The chirping of birds and the whispers of the wind are a chorus of your greatness.

How blessed am I to be able to look around and see the remnants of you.

Open my eyes when I am blinded. Tap me on the shoulder when I no longer hear and listen.

Oh how beautiful is your song, it pierces through the loudness of this world.

A soft song that is gentle that caresses my soul and comforts.

A song that gives me reprieve from the harsh and disorderly rhythms of the world.

The frequencies of you, let me continue to seek them.