Wordless Epiphany

If bird could put in word

The melody that paints the dawn

And spills from wooded columns of the earth

T’would awe the mortal passer-by

To hear its message known

As they pour out the fullness of their worth

The poet with its little pen

Would realize at last

That there will ever be elusive thoughts

Even a sparrow understands

His mission is to pass

From mouth to men what its Master allots

And neither does the dull-clad throng

Seal up its melody

To envy the devotion of the lark

Oh list, the myriad of song

That sets the midnight free

And tunes the morning while it yet is dark

If bird could put in word

The praise that surges from its beak

T’would be a glorious epiphany

Of worship in its purest form

Not by the words we speak

But unbounded thanksgiving flowing free

© Janet Martin

The dawn was full of bird-song…

From crow to lark!