The birds are ever so quiet for they haven't sang for days.
I am not able to hear them as I did once outside my window.
It seems the Lord has moved them somewhere else and denied me the privilege of hearing them sing.
I don't know why this happened but I do know there are no melodies for me to hear.
Sadness grips my heart knowing the one thing I love most has been denied.
The feeder remains empty which may be a key to the reason why.
One never knows for sure but I am able to say praise the Lord for the times I was able to hear.
Hark, do I hear a bird singing?
I did as he travels to another part of the county.
Jesus is the One to Whom I praise for all the joy it has brought me.
No one but Jesus could have arranged it so well.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2015)