If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.
—Old Chinese saying
I tried to keep a green bough in my heart, Lord,
tried to reach the cool shade of Your arms,
the cleansing sweetness of Your tears,
and yet, the pain so fierce, I could not see Your tender eyes
nor hear Your soothing voice
nor feel Your cooling touch,
but You were there with me.
You nourished and sheltered that bough —
You, through my ministering angel . . . angels.
Can I but believe the singing bird will come?
—Patricia B. Clark