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At Easter, The Birds Sing
by
Joris John Heise
This Easter can etch us with sparkling shocks
Apprising us of spring that grunts from ground,
No reason—it just does—wrens sing on rocks
Against the gold of lacy gauze, their sound
A hope beyond our faith—beyond our words:
To know the treasure that is Care and Cross
And that each pause comes pregnant. These birds
Revolt against down-deaths and so much loss:
They bring their singing into history
And Jesus surely laughed that Easter morn
When Mary mourned among a symphony
Of mundane wrens and robins. Angel horn
They're not—just soul-food for the quiet you
Who hears the Jesus-Joy and lives Life New.