Rambling robin song greets me in the early morning darkness.
Wrens and mockingbirds belt out their praise and I wonder—
how does the wren bring so much volume from its tiny body,
how does the mockingbird remember all the songs it sings?
When I’m lucky, I hear the soft lament of the song sparrow,
reminding me that lament is also praise.
And in the morning light the starlings’ song makes me smile.
Each bird sings its praise using its unique voice, and so it is with us.
What song am I given to sing?
What song is yours?