Poem: Nuthatches

Sitting on the verge of the hill

Under the trees full of nuthatches

And a clear, cool sky perched above them,

My heart reached for God like the trees

And all the weight of a handful of years

Fell away like leaves from the branches.

That day I decided I could be happy

Like the nuthatches in the trees

Hopping lightly from the earth

Song unburdening their hearts to God.