Poem October 8, 2007 ISSUE

Healing song

Sally Lessiter

Long after sunset, with hours yet to sunrise, sleep escapes me.Outside my window (unseen yet clearly heard) one bird sings alone.With trills and warbles, ascending song and descant scalesbreak night's darkness—with vibrant notes of life and love.

Why does a bird sing at this time of night?Such questions should not matter. Compassion calls.I listen, rise in thought away from inner gloomto test my silent voice in solitary song.

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