Blue Bird (a song of love)

Chickadee in Winter (Eurasian Blue Tit)

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The glory of the Heavens,
and the praise of the Earth,
As the trees raise their hands in the morning.
To witness this union is enough for me,
to remember and seek my God.

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I see your rose petals of love on the cloud, 
as the sun comes over horizon,
of pinks and blues and violet hues 
my eyes drink in a glory beyond.   

Lift up your eyes, o woeful heart
How blessed we are, to shift our gaze
Perchance to marvel, I sing of praise
as snowflakes hover, brush strokes dance
to wisp along the city street.

Oh how the downward dive
and if i fail again, remember
that my heart close up in regret,
to sink like stone, as the more knowledge known, 
the more one hopes to forget. 

Yet Father’s love assures me, 
as I step out on that branch,
i shiver, as your love greets my open wing
unveil oh Spirit, lift up my soul,
your song of hearts, embrace me!

I’ll drink of the rosey dawn, 
and listen for you on the breeze,
as forever more I would sing
of the morning song with you