I did not ask to hear
the music of songbirds
But you showed up
Singing alone
Then singing with others
I did not expect to hear
The wind move through the branches
So vibrantly
In times of silence
In times of loss
Breath of life and newness showed up
These small mercies
They have trickled in like
A small stream on the path
Toward the Waterfall
I know, I will be met with
This faithfulness
I choose to see
I hold onto this and believe