I heard a bird today. . .

. . . that pierced through the silence. . .connecting me at last to some point on a thin line of time around which I have been floating, drifting, helpless, aimless. . .causing my flurried mind to reassemble. . . awakening my airways. . .it called as if to say, “Hey, it is well with my soul!”

 

**Drawing by Ann Klefstad, LBJ(Little Brown Jobbie)

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