Wringing out the sageness
Of an old aged tree
This bird has sprung from her prison, cage less
Resting in her inner reverie

And now at last a new day
Has begun the trip in her
Grace is for the humble
Dissonance release
Between You and I
And this old notched lamppost beam
She is diving, She is diving
Diving into peace

She built her new nest upon the crest
With wisdom from her God
Discerning what is exigent
The aglets simple knot
She’s learned to feel the brush at rest
Each morn His tender grace
All is quiet, all is still
With the curious fixed end lace


Happy in His Spirit
Content and satisfied
For such things that are Eternal
Exigencies, exigencies, exigencies
In His Hands cease

Words and music by Kelly Sampson Griswold @ 2011

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