When the night is long and the day after it dawns dark and grim, sing.
When winter is colder than the inmost heart of death and is finally supplanted by the least promising spring, empty of graces and starved for new, green life, sing again and sing out loudly as you can.
When age and infirmity and dangers of every kind are buffeting all the lovely youth and strength they can find in this sad world into terrible dust-devils of desiccated sorrow, sing with all your heart and soul and make the most tuneful, joyful, glorious prettiness that you can float into the air, and know that your song, no matter how wholly alone it may float up, is powerful enough to rise above it all. This is the only way that any of us will rise above it all. And that we will, so long as we sing.
Art-Colored Glasses 
So true, and so simple! morning songbird! c
I can actually say Good Morning to you, my dearest, today–this week it’s early hours for me (*still* not at all early by *your* standards) as we’re having some bathroom reno done by a crew that likes to start shortly after 7 a.m.
I suppose I was struck, when I saw those two birds singing their hearts out to whoever would listen, by the seeming truth that *all* of the most important acts in our lives are things that should be simple. š
xoxo
This makes me think of:
The Darkling Thrush ā 1900-12-31 ā Thomas Hardy
Happy July
David in Maine USA
Thank you, David, that’s very kind. Thomas Hardy–what a magnificent voice. I shall enjoy revisiting some of his lovely works now that you’ve brought him to mind. I hope your July is going beautifully, too.
Love the last photo. This reminds me of an old song…His eye is own the Sparrow… thanks!
Oh, I haven’t thought of that old classic in ages! Delightful. Thanks for the nudge. š
xo
Good plan, as long as, I leave the singing to the canaries & the cardinals…
Me too, my dearie. Good plan all ’round!
Hello, again! It’s been awhile. I stopped by to invite you to my new-website-theme-housewarming-thingy, because you were on my list of WordPress.com followers. I deleted my old WordPress.com site and, after the last few months of changing it up, Iām finally proud of RNMcKinnon.com (especially its new theme, launched yesterday!). Hope you’ll stop by. Keep writing!
Thank you so much! I’ll be over soon for a visit. Onward and upward!
The colors in that last photo are really beautiful and the bird’s pose so fitting for this piece. The only way it could be any more appropriate for your prose is if it sounded completely awful — though I cannot imagine any birdsong sounding bad. But now I’m just restating your point.
Well, I can’t say I’d necessarily call some *birds* singers either (say, crows, for example), so you and I are in good company. It’s all about finding the right way to ‘sing’, isn’t it.
What song your words sing of life. Tis beautiful
Thank you, Jesse!
What a beautiful post! Powerful words, lovely images, very moving. Thank you.
Thank *you* for your generous words, Composer.