The secret nests of birds,
Tiny soon to fledge eggs
Pecking a way
Into this strange world.
There is joy concealed in
The tight closed buds of
Tree, flower, fruit:
Sap rises green,
Unfurling life
Into this strange world.
There is joy concealed in
These dark-clothed days.
Seeds of sunshine sparkle;
Light of love’s imagining
Liberates us from
The fears we feel
In this strange world.