
Days and weeks without a song
Reticence enfolding
Thoughts swirling quickly but never formed
Outward form withholding
But birds kept singing on and on
And blue skies filled the morning
The trees broke forth in full array
The scent of flowers forming
You say if I will not sing out, the rocks will praise Your Name
I choose to sing, to praise, to say
You are my God, the Way
c2021 Lisa Lyons