The linnet bird touts
its high wire wisdom
without contention, knowing
not enough to be consequential.
A statement of conditions –
not a song of complaint or praise.
Brilliant, this moment of sunlight
in the glen on its warm,
feathered, bird-boned back,
a smidgen of bliss
far as the breeze will carry.
How light and lofty
to be inconsequential,
above all, in God’s corner
singing in, of and for the blue sky
and the wide green world
not one qualified, discordant,
contestable note.
O child of God, trade in your intuitive discernment
for the clean abandonment of not-knowing.
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