I cannot see the bird that sings
Only hear its tune,
threaded into the quiet.
It comes at dawn
a soft call to the sun,
a hymn to light,
then silence.
It retreats.
Not for fear,
but for fullness.
Its work is done.
And in the hush that follows,
I remember:
Creation does not exist to be seen.
It exists to be true.
The bird sings not for applause,
but because it must.
Its throat was built for song
Its feathers for flight
Only the fools question
why?
A beautiful verse 🤗♥️♥️
Thanks Yassy 💕
Welcome, Kate 🤗
Awww yes, “Creation does not exist to be seen.
It exists to be true”.
Sooo true!!! 🙌🏽
Birds Cindy, my favourite teachers 💕
… and we write because we must, not for applause, though that is what we hope for when we’re done; the comments assure us we’re not just speaking to the wind —
Never to the wind my friend – for the wind throws it back in our face, more to the steam of a fresh brewed coffee, or a lit stick of incense – I love to write and let it curl around me like an aroma and then I let it out into the ether to see if anyone else can see it too but if not – well I saw it, felt it passing through and that’s enough
that’s a great attitude, Kate 🙂
Lovely as always and perfect to pair with my morning tea 🍵☕
LaShelle lovely to hear from you, I have been drinking so much tea lately, there is a nice blend I have found and it’s just right for these winter days we are having.
I’m glad you’re staying warm!
Kate, this feels like a quiet revelation. “Creation does not exist to be seen. / It exists to be true.” — that line resonates deeply with me, as both a poet and a reader.
Much love,
David
David wonderful to hear from you and I’m glad you enjoyed the poem. Yes, it hit me when I understood that piece – that creation just exists to be true – it felt like a force undeniable – gravity – how lucky are we it moves through us
Nearly brought me to tears with this one, Kate. Thank you. I love these golden moments, when nature speaks to us, telling us all we need to know. I also love when I hear an unfamiliar bird. Sparks the imagination. 🕊️
Thanks Michele – birds inspire me – from their feathers to their songs, their bright and canny gaze and their delicate and artful nests. All built without fingers or tools. Gorgeous things, I’m glad you liked the post
Oh yes, I feel the same. Beautiful creatures that forever inspire and fascinate. 🪽 Thank you for the lovely reply.
So beautiful and inspiring, thank you!
🌷Thankyou I’m glad it resonated 💕