As the birds scatter
across the sunlit sky
at sunrise,
the earth is full of the
steadfast love of the Lord.
The birds seem to know it
in their scattering and joy;
I don’t think they forget
like I do.
I look for scattering hints
along the edges and margins
believing it to be scarce
and requiring great perseverance.
But what if it’s already there;
always there, and with great fullness
and my waiting is not for it
but for my own heart?
For the earth is full of it;
dripping from this sunrise
and these scattering birds
glistening with his steadfast love.