Songbird Poem by Mark Heathcote

What angelic birdsong is this I hear?
O Lord, singing in my heart
Singing in a furnace
Of my inner core, calling me ever near
Your slingshot orbital stars dying in the dark.

Now I see a deeper shadows ember
The sunlight turning itself-inside out
From grey clouds to that sunny amber
Oh, the lightning transfiguring!
Oh, so strong I'll always remember.

Lord, you captured in my heart
A willing treasure
A fraternal brother
In those eternal moments
When pure light—lights up the dark.

I saw a songbird
O Lord, singing in my heart
On a sill, an escaped prisoner of the dark
Breaking free of its caged bars
Without a doubt the better part of me.

Is perched singing
With pearl pear tears trapped?
Kept in the corners of your eyelashes
Where a cloud of hesitation
No longer dupes.

I now know the depths
Of these singing oceans
How silent the clouds in His heart wept.
And wailed for all the good they'd do
If a fresh rainfall song of love would impart.