A solitary songbird chirps in the paned glass
As if to participate in our celebration
To call us to attention
To ground us in focus and clarity
—
The chirping mechanizes
And the angels speak through the pipes
“The birds were created for a singular task
To emanate the sound of joy
—
“Through the grace of music
We mimic the birds
We mimic so that you may remember
So you know why you are here
—
“You never stop to listen to them
But they are always teaching
Their lesson is simple and absolute:
There is joy in love
—
Keep your heart light,
Like our soft feathers
And remember that you came to teach
That only love is real.”
