the early hours of bird song

Time told its secrets to you

Bringing to awareness

Things you sensed but never knew

Before

How can it be that

The birds of beauty and truth alight

Upon the heavy branch

Weighted down with suffering

While early morning air

Calls the aging heart to embrace

This expanded perspective

Of truths

We became blind to

When living in this much pain

Held prisoner by

Unearned shame

While illusions

Blocked the way to light

Concealing from view

The path that leads toward

The mysteries of life

Revealed only after the passing

Of those heavy shadows of night

Sensed deep within the heart

In those early hours

Of bird song