My Birdsong

Father, Guide, Friend!
What an adventure we’ve had!

How gratefully I sing
For every day, the highs and lows,
Gliding on billows
Riding Your wings.
The sunrises together,
The sunsets that wept
While You knit me to You, tethered
Safe under feather, always kept.

I wouldn’t trade a single day
For cold gold, or more hours,
I would travel this way
Again and again, if it were in my power

To dance in Your meaningful frivolity!
To endure, to rejoice, to praise, to confess!
What is quantity over quality
But more of less?