Mission of the Yellow Songbird

Mission of the Yellow Songbird A long highway road stretched its legs before me, In a place where tumble weeds were conceived, December evening chasing daylight back to morning Dusk robed in faded colors starving out the sunshine Miles put themselves between me and home With thickets of brier brambles cradled between north and south Alive with vesper choruses of tiny songbirds. A gentle tap on my front fender Roused me from hypnotic highway stupor like popping thunder I shuddered deeply as possibilities shook my soul; Maybe one of those gigantic bugs – maybe? Maybe? But when I stopped my heart seized to solve the mystery A tiny yellow songbird plastered to my grill wings still open to flight. Gentle spirit of eternal compassion touched, caressed, my wailing sorrow Then guided me to a desert tree with perfect boughs, That welcomed songs of matin mornings from a tiny bird, To lay to rest God's tiny messenger beneath his favorite tree Songbird with perfect pitch would no longer sing praise into Heaven's face. Called to the road again, tears raced down my cheeks As numb miles raced by with a litany of why in each drop Time came to take a mountain road from fertile valley to foggy ocean crest - Screaming round a sharp curve to a screeching stop Accident, I thought, of two cars only six cars ahead of me – No ordinary scene -two burned out fiery shells one atop the other! Realization, like a candle in the darkness, sent out sharp beams I would have been in that accident had not a precious songbird Given me a second chance to sing in ministry and embrace this grief; In the deepest part of my grieving heart, I know our precious God Gathered to his heart the mission of this tiniest crushed warrior Who now sings beneath God’s window in the eternal day. 5-17-22 Contest: Divine Intervention Sponsor: Chantal Anne Cooke 12/14/22 Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Sponsor: Mark Toney 30 Lines of a 30 Line Limit