bird

A message from God delivered by a bird at my window, offering friendship. Listen. Such language! Who said God was without speech? Every word an injection to make me smile. Meet me, it says, tomorrow, here at the same time and you will remember how wonderful today was: no pain, no worry; irrelevant the mystery if unsolved. I gave you the X-ray eye for you to use, not to prospect, but to discover the unmalignancy of love’s growth. You were a patient, too, anaesthetised on truth’s table, with life operating on you with a green scalpel. Meet me, tomorrow, I say, and I will sing it all over Again for you, when you have come t