A house for starlings

A house for starlings                                                                          
 
Bit by bit, my love grows –
through the stone, briars and tangles,
 
a pale reflection of Your Love.
Spellbound by the moon in the lake,
 
I can’t lift my eyes toward the true moon,
but I feel it in my blood.
 
Grapes must be crushed before wine
can be served in long-stemmed glasses.
 
Once the gourd is hollow, it proves useful –
a musical instrument, a dipper at the well
          or a house for starlings.
 
What happens here happens in the unseen realms.
How can we fathom our path or progress?
 
Nothing lost and nothing gained
but, somehow, You promise, God emerges.
 
O child of God, it’s a process and a journey.
Impatient one, you are right on track.