Sing on, fair Mockingbird, sing on!
And teach your lesson true;
Would to God that most of us
Could learn a lesson from you.
Yesterday a gale surrounded
ĎTil you wings faint held the breeze -
But today you sing as though you dwelled
In Edenís glory trees.
...I see your nest upon the ground -
Your little one destruction,
And wonder you can sing at all...
But thereís your song...perfection!
...When trials come to me or mine,
Acceptance come so slowly;
Grief, resentment, fear, dismay,
Make me feel so lowly...
But...here you are, noble troubadour!
Oh, yes - Iíll listen too,
For my heart can hear your lyrics:
"He lives! Heís coming soon!"
Joan Clifton Costner