New Years Eve.
A robin jumps from branch to branch
Climbing to the top of a Hawthorn tree.
I expect that he wants to sing
To celebrate the New Year.
Straight to the top perch
Where he would be heard
Singing out shrill notes loud and clear
That would penetrate the deaf ear.
So clear as the day drew dark
The weather was dry, grey and stark.
A message that was only to be endeared
By someone sitting near.
That someone sitting near was me
That robins song was an epiphany
A song that set my heart free
A song that made me realise God loves me!
Hugh K Henderson <><