I had the best seat in the house,
At my kitchen window pane,
Thrown open now to hear the sounds,
And, indeed, be entertained.

As if the Maestro tapped His stick,
And lifted His baton,
Sweet, tiny heads raised up as one,
And the birds began their song.

Like angel bells, their voices rang
Melodious and sweet
Such clarity and purity,
A most delightful treat.

Their fragile bodies quivered,
As they reached for higher notes,
They sang as if their hearts would burst,
Grand opera from such tiny throats.

I felt like an intruder,
Though I could not pull away,
A choir of God's angels,
Sang for our Lord this day.

~Virginia(Ginny)Ellis~
Copyright © August 2005