From the Savior's words recorded in Matthew 6:26. Such verbal and emotional splendor, challenging the world's greatest, a Beethoven, to set them to music. Well... with a little of encouragement, responding to a fervent request sent heavenward, the great composer—attuned to an earthling's desires even as he conducted angelic choirs up above—assented to lend his heavenly Pathetique for this purpose.

An amateurish effort by an amateur poet to syllable-ize the words (newly coined verb) in a vain effort to create a lyrical rhythm. Real poets and musicians out there, polish this up... Better still, completely overhaul and redo it.

Pardon me while I reach for a KleenX. The Lord of Creation's words are so beautiful, comforting and promising, our minds and hearts reach for and open wide the switch to our tear ducts.

W.H.H.



Little Bird of the Air

Bird of the air, airiest of little birdlings who spin and weave not,
clothed in colors the envy of a vivid rainbow—
flaring flashes of bright iridescent hues sought
by King Solomon in all his imperial glory to echo.

Little bird who high flights of fancy spins by night
and day, enticing my mind and my heart to ascend
to heights for me too lofty and as yet out of sight,
so tightly woven, them to sight mine every flaw I must transcend.

With no thought for tomorrow—for the good Lord will provide—
who taught you, little bird, nests so marvelously to weave,
in every detail identical everywhere, world-wide,
as though scrupulously obliged the very same blueprints to abide?

Amazing, complex patterns in tiny bird brains devised...
from the magpie's sticks sticking out every which way
to songbird nests of gossamer threads comprised—
pre-set templates of divine paradigms they are obligated to obey.

Little bird of the air who sows not nor reaps,
lilies of the field, who toil not nor spin—
emblems of the glory attending one who seeks
steadfastly beauty and goodness in life to win.

Matthew 6:26

Lyrics: Wendell Hall 2010
Music: Ludwig Beethoven's Pathetic 1799