Silent Songbird

In a forest, deeply sighing, sits a songbird, silently~

All around him, creatures crying, not this songbird, in his tree.

In a moment, in an hour, won’t the songbird, ever sing?

Not for glory, not for power, will that songbird, ever sing.

Songbird sang, at the dawning of the morning~

Songbird sings, at the laying down of warring~

Songbird sings, for the unity of all men~

But will Songbird, ever sing again?

Was about this time, last winter, that the songbird, came to me~

Like an angel, from a picture, with a warning, in my sleep.

I would tell you, if he let me, what he told me, while I slept~

The truths, that songbird told me, are all things, for which I’ve wept.

Songbird sang, at the dawning of the morning~

Songbird sings, at the laying down of warring~

Songbird sings, for the unity of all men~

But will Songbird, ever sing again?

There’s a fault line, running through us, right through every human heart~

With a power, to consume us, or a love, for a fresh start.

There’s a songbird, in the forest, and he waits there patiently~

Will he sing again, there for us, or will he sit there, silently?

Songbird sang, at the dawning of the morning~

Songbird sings, at the laying down of warring~

Songbird sings, for the unity of all men~

But will Songbird, ever sing again?

But will Songbird, ever sing again?

But will Songbird, ever sing again?

Will Songbird, ever sing again?

~FS