Listen With Your Heart — a poem
By Jane Tawel
April 12, 2021
I don’t know why the birds keep singing, but they do.
When every thing is horrible. It’s true.
My mind is on the negative, transfixed.
The world is broken and our minds up-mixed.
I wake up every day and burn the wick down,
Before my feet have even touched the hard ground.
But little bird is on a branch a-sway,
With ne’er a worry of the coming day.
If God is in the Heavens, He’s in birds, too.
And that would mean, that God’s in me and you.
Oh, listen to what can be heard, unseen.
And lessons from the birds and creatures, glean.
There is a cosmic beauty, love, and grace,
In every feather, furry paw, and face.
We soldier on, when we should really dance.
And let the glory of the world entrance.
Today I will from mindful prison part,
And listen to the whole world, with my heart.
©Jane Tawel 2021