Victory (poem)

Victory

Not only in the peaceful countryside
Do blackbirds sing.
In city’s trafficking
You’ll hear them
Through the traffic’s din.
They will, I’m told,
Sing even on a battlefield.

Brave and grateful hearts
Make no conditions.
You will hear their song
Pealing spontaneously long
Before healing is apparent.
Their joy inherent,
They wait not on the dawn,
They sing it on.
This they know—
God made man perfect, and maintains him so.
And so they sing.

To songs of gratitude illusions yield;
Gone is the battlefield.

-Rosemary Cobham, Christian Science Sentinel, 3/13/1971

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