A bird sings its one song in the morning and every morning;
Though it is but one boring chirp, it rings and rings for all to hear:
DoROthy, DoRothy, DoRothy!!! or God WITH thee, God WITH thee, God WITH thee!!!
A guileless native would hear it as Doh-WIT-dee, Doh-WIT-dee, Doh-WIT-dee!!!
And leave it at that, a song that a bird alone and its God understand,
Knowing he’s been blessed to hear the worship of a grateful creature
To its faithful Creator at a moment we often spend doing something —
Reading a tweet writing a text, brushing our teeth browsing the tube —
Unmindful of the healing music and incessant rhythm of Nature
Beyond our driving desires and livid lusts for life’s empty promises.
. . .
One song can make a difference to one who sings or hears with the heart.