Caught in the Act of Laughing

2024.06.02

Good morning, what a wonderful way to start.

The birds in the morning and their colorful tails to tell tales.

What do they sing?

Is it a morning report? Is it the daily news?

Is it the marching orders for the soul that day?

What are the lyrics to the soul fire song of birds in the morning?

And what do they sing to you?

Is it like a color?

How do I know your red is my red?

How do we know we see the same color when we see any color at all?

How do we know we hear the same bird song every morning?

What tale does it sing?

What truth to be told?

The sound is of a robin in spring.

My Spring or yours?

Or ours?

Every potted azalea looks to stretch out into the Earth.

Every flower has a tale to tell, an epic ballad to preach.

Every flower an expression of the divine.

Every flower is Heaven caught in the act of laughing.

S.J. Wynn
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