Endlessly, from dawn until long after day has closed
its sleepy eyelids, the tiny house wren voices
his aching song, an energetic warble filled with passion,
calling, calling, calling, stopping the persistent message
only briefly in order to carry thin twigs
with unmitigated resolve, creating the nesting place
for his anticipated love.
What, or who, I ask myself every day, stirs so endlessly
within me that I am equally passionate and devoted?
Have I ever been that zealous, that focused, that intent
on the Eternal Love of my deepest being, so much so
that each syllable birthed from my soul goes forward
as a fervent cry of endless affection to the One I desire?
On and on the wren’s unceasing supplication enters
each opened window of my home and heart.
On and on the question of ‘who or what” lingers
within each heartbeat of the day, like the dedicated song
of this plain brown bird, waiting to be acknowledged.
~ Joyce Rupp
POEMS
(Poem from The Cosmic Dance)
