What joy! What joy!
You ask for a token -
it departs on wings, effortlessly,
in song filled zephyrs
born from a nest in my heart.
Gratefully, it flies nearer -
soaring in purposeful bliss.
Who am I to deny trifles,
when He deemed you fit for life?
Take from me please, take more!
Impatient doves await.
Written
December 27, 2002
Trifles
