Confident in He who created the birds, 
I am comforted by their morning chatter. 
Granted, I have no understanding of which they tweet – 
no matter – 
long ago I abandoned the need to know what the birds are trying to say – 
I am simply overjoyed by their presence each day – 
always there 
always singing 
flitting about 
sans worry and doubt – 
gathering
giving 
trusting 
living – 
bringing comfort 
in their faithful reliance 
and thanksgiving. 
I am, today, as blessed as they – 
for I no longer need to know 
what the birds are trying to say.