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.
Ink Road Journeys 