Be like the storm thrush, he said
perched in a treetop waving wildly in the wind
singing for joy
the spotted bird voices truth:
no roar, assault, nor circumstance can take away
your Soul-created buoyancy

Storm Thrush
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open your wings reach up
and let the tempest lift you—
blow you to a treetop
where you hold on and
sing the glory of the view