Even the Birds Grow Silent
Excerpted from "Swings"
by Camilla Del
When even glad birds grow silent, and even bright stars won’t shine, I look back through my past to remember, I too knew a happier time. As the birds in their silence languish, and the stars seem blank, pale, and cold, I pray for God’s strength to imbue me, with a heartbeat both wise and bold. No more are bright days of sunlight, full of love and of laughter and life. Instead, it’s the season of Darkness, time bereft of the knowledge of Light. Though even the birds cease singing, and once heav’nly lights burn black, I see light through the fog of times tragic, looking hopefully, prayerfully past. If I hear no music of birdsongs, and glimpse not the light of bright stars, then this is my chance to realize, the beauty that anguish imparts. When I hear no Music, I sing some ¬likewise in bleak darkness I shine! If not for the loss of their beauty, I’d never know beauty is MINE. Thank God for the silence of sadness, and also for darkness and cold. If not for fear of the stillness, I’d never step out on my own. Even the birds grow silent, so my heart with bold wisdom will sing. Even the stars cease shining, that my light to this world I may bring.