FAITH

I circle around the sun
Even though physically
I have stayed and slept
Within the same walls.
It may appear to all my senses
That I embody the same place 
Time and again.
However, the sky tells a different story.

In winter, the sun rises a bit more
To the right in the eastern sky.
Yes, daylight is short.
But the minutes of sunshine
Tack on to the days
Even if I’m not paying attention.

The world is quiet now.
There is less bird song.
Yet if I get quiet
And listen,
I can hear what the winter bird sings.

I circle around the sun
And have faith that
Day will return
After a long wintery night.

I have faith that the season will change
As it always does
And is meant to.

Further evidence that the journey
Around the sun is
Always in motion
Never stagnant
Never ceasing to surprise
And delight.

The momentum forward
Is not always linear.
But I have faith
That I play a part
In the great bird song today
And the song that is not yet sung
But is written on a paper airplane
Caught in a breeze
On its way
To be heard and sung.