What may have suspended the breath, this night
calmed to tone all with notes of delight.
The hum of a heavenly bird caught sight
singing divine with love’s sweet invite.
Can another make such a stilled peace inferred,
winding throughout like incense and myrrh;
calling like hymns with mystical confer?
Love entered, swept through and left all with her.
Heaven, like a wave in lift did light
from love, from the bird that flew this night.
©2012 Linda Willows