Timothy Brumley Poet Narrative

Three Messengers

This morning I hiked a wooded trail
And while quietly strolling along,
I was pleased to hear a lonely quail
A singing his mournful song.

And then again this afternoon
While drawing water from the well
A loon began it's soothing croon
That echoed 'cross the dell.

And in the evening as I dined
While resting in the swing
A mockingbird was very kind
To perch close by and sing.

Then later, as I knelt to pray
In telling God, "I love You"
That, I wished to hear Him say
Just once, He loved me too.

Then Father spoke! "Don't you know?
My son of course I love you too!
I sent couriers today to tell you so
Did my three messengers not find you?"


                            Timothy I. Brumley

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Elizabeth Wesley September 19, 2011 at 10:03 AM You weave your story so well with the blending of nature and your faith. A beautiful testimony Tim.. I am enjoying each and every one of your great poems.

Andrea Dietrich July 18, 2010 at 10:56 AM ok, Timothy, I found it. And since I know it is for Sara Teasdale, this one has GOT to be faved. Very nice poem indeed! I have to be out the door in five min. but it's so HARD when I have so much to do here!!!

Anthony Nutter May 15, 2010 at 3:26 AM God speaks to us in many ways as this beautiful poem points out. Excellent testimony to your faith.

Poet Destroyer A May 14, 2010 at 8:48 AM Thmothy, a wonderful story well explain and put in to words, enjoyed the read and have yourself a nice one,..p.d.

Timothy Brumley May 14, 2010 at 8:32 AM The city folk will not catch the hidden message here. But the country boys and girls should realize that the actors here are out of sequence. A quail only sings in late evening and at night. A loon only sings in the evening, and a mocking bird sings mostly in the mornings. So, the question arises why? Why are they singing when they aren't supposed to? Of course the answer is, they were on a mission!