Sometimes

Sometimes, I feel lonely inside

but no one sees it,

so I go for a walk.

Sometimes I cry quietly

but no one hears it,

so I work in the yard.

Sometimes I sigh in frustration

but catch myself sinking

so I imagine a calming vista.

Then, I breathe slowly

deep in the belly

deep in the belly

deep in the belly.

Standing tall I cast my eyes toward heaven,

listening for a whisper

searching for a sign

patiently waiting.

Then, I hear the music

the tweets, chirps, and coos

of nature's song birds.

Finches, wrens, robins, and sparrows

perching in the brown branches--

so close.

My eyes squint searching

while my mind quietly relaxes.

Then, like a fairy in flight a tiny Western King bird chirps

from high on the cedar,

"Look at me.  I can fly." 

Fluttering on the tree tops up it flies, 

then back to its nest.

Again, chirping loudly "Look at me.  I am flying." 

Fluttering on the tree tops up it flies,

then back to its nest.

I smile, a childlike giggle crosses my lips.

I watch the show--my sign

my message from above.  

Look for the Beauty in All Things.