The Afternoon Song

From far above he sang

     the song birds sing, 

       lustily he belted it out

         while down below

I listened in my darkness.

Listening and wishing 

      I had such a song, 

        alas, there was none,

          only self pity

and not much more.

Hearing the unspoken, 

    high above he spoke, 

      "Have you no food?"

          "I have plenty,

the pantry is full."

"Have you no roof?"

    "Of course, I do.'

        "Are you not loved?"

            "More than deserved,"

came forth from within.

"Are you not His?"

    "You mean the Creator's?"

        "Is there another

            who loves you

provides and cares?"

Without another note, 

      he flew out of sight,

        his message lingered

          turning self pity

into the deepest gratitude.