In the fresh air
of the morning,
I am reminded that
God’s mercies are
new each day.
The birds
still sing each morning
as if it were the first.
As if
The garden were Eden.
As if
The world were newly-created,
were peaceful
and perfect once again.
As if
God’s love is all there is
and the sun were
still finding a new path.
My heart believes the birds.