I can hear the birds again

I can hear the birds again

Feel the sun fill up the room

And smell the freshness of the grass

In the dew like April rain

I can feel the words again

In my pen tip quivering

Waiting for awakening

This this this

Is everything

I can feel the pain recede

Slipping down my spine like

Greywater

All the mothers tell their daughters

It will be alright again.

Yes, here inside my wounded head

Resting there above my eyes

Once aching, empty, stonelike, dead

Something something

Gently rise

Years of heart sore, twisting pain

Gives way to birdsong

And to rain

A streak of blue

A streak of blue

Across the horizon

All of the clouds are gone

Every word is sleeping

None of the birds sing their song

But there is a melody

Here in my chest

Just waiting

Under my breath

For I know the Spirit of God

And faith

Has overcome death