Even when it’s all been sung
the birds sing their song
They greet the day
with a song in their heart.
Even with the great sorrow,
The grief, the rumination
The birds sing their song.
There is hope and courage
in their tune, if I just stop
I can feel it.
Not an urgency, but a faith
a promise that this day brings.
So sing their song they must
and they faithfully do.
I count on their song
even when it’s all been sung.
Published by Healing Insights with Jen
I share my stories honestly as an attempt to find meaning and connection. My intention is that by sharing our stories we ultimately heal ourselves and the world. I want to be a beacon of light to show that it is possible to find your footing and inner strength even when the world seems to be in chaos.
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