To my Dad.
“The greatest unkindness you can do to [God] is not to believe that he loves you.”
John Owen
Bright buzz-winged bird,
To and fro flitting
Tongue of fire, tarry at
My window a moment more.
Fierce flutterer, impossible
Flyer, fly before
My face and SPEAK LOVE
Divine, beyond the bounds
Of all that I could ask,
Think, imagine: Depths,
Heights of Death’s death,
Life conquering, bonds
Broken, free indeed.
SPEAK this, little bird,
To me: the God who guides
Your flight LOVES me.
