Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
The goldfinches insist that this life is worth living,
and that there’s something yet to be done with this
pained world that is beautiful.
I’ve had my doubts. You?
They choose the loveliest branches, redbud budding.
They sweeten the air with sweet sound. Happy sound.
They flash brilliant yellow as they come, as they go.
They can’t be anything but joy. I’ve noticed.
Are these prayers answered? These emphatic moments
that won’t let us turn away. If so, who sends them?
Look. Listen. It’s going to be okay.
A moment ago, there was a goldfinch there.
I saw it.
That was all I needed.
© 2018/Jamie K. ReaserFrom "Truth and Beauty" (a work in progress)
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