Birds singing are a recurrent theme
of mine. It is because my every morning
is filled with them. It seems that my
awareness is not something I have become aware of but is a gift I am
continually granted. My awareness is,
more often than not, drab and heartless but I am often awakened to beauty and
goodness. Each time I am amazed that me,
someone so fruitless, is blessed with an abundance of goodness not originating
from me…as if I know that if I could sing I would sing like a bird…because we
all know, animals can’t sing.
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