Upon a pine where radiant dawn was born,
Two European starlings greeted morn;
Their speckled wings in trembling gold arrayed,
Where heaven’s light through emerald needles played.
One sang:
“O’ beloved heart that shares my soaring breath,
You turn all thoughts of fear and darkness to death;
For in your gaze the Lord’s own light I see,
A universe of tender harmony.
The cedar stands in patient, silent grace,
Yet none so firm as love’s abiding place;
Through storm and snow it keeps its steadfast art—
Yet stronger still the bond of wing and heart.
The dawn proclaims that souls are born to rise,
To break the chains of doubt and wounded skies;
For God has poured His wisdom into flame,
And called each living spirit by its name.”
The other starling answered, soft and bright,
As morning crowned their feathers with its light:
“My dearest soul, my shelter in the air,
My every flight begins and ends in care;
What is this world but love made visible,
A sacred song, both tender and eternal?
The rivers seek the ocean without end,
As I, through storm, to you alone descend;
For love is not a fleeting, fragile thing—
It is the strength that teaches hearts to sing.
The Lord has bound our spirits wing to wing,
To make of every dawn a living spring;
And in your nearness, every fear takes flight,
Transfigured into mercy, warmth, and light.”
Then both together lifted heavenward song,
Where wisdom, love, and splendour flowed along;
Upon the pine they glowed in morning’s fire—
Two hearts aflame with sacred, deep desire.
“O’ Lord of majesty, of love, of flame,
Who breathes eternal beauty into name;
Keep us as one through every shifting sky,
Till even time itself learns how to die.
For love, when blessed by heavens high above,
Becomes the purest form of living praise;
And in its light, all darkness turns to dove.”
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
Upon a pine where radiant dawn was born,
Two European starlings greeted morn;
Their speckled wings in trembling gold arrayed,
Where heaven’s light through emerald needles played.
One sang:
“O’ beloved heart that shares my soaring breath,
You turn all thoughts of fear and darkness to death;
For in your gaze the Lord’s own light I see,
A universe of tender harmony.
The cedar stands in patient, silent grace,
Yet none so firm as love’s abiding place;
Through storm and snow it keeps its steadfast art—
Yet stronger still the bond of wing and heart.
The dawn proclaims that souls are born to rise,
To break the chains of doubt and wounded skies;
For God has poured His wisdom into flame,
And called each living spirit by its name.”
The other starling answered, soft and bright,
As morning crowned their feathers with its light:
“My dearest soul, my shelter in the air,
My every flight begins and ends in care;
What is this world but love made visible,
A sacred song, both tender and eternal?
The rivers seek the ocean without end,
As I, through storm, to you alone descend;
For love is not a fleeting, fragile thing—
It is the strength that teaches hearts to sing.
The Lord has bound our spirits wing to wing,
To make of every dawn a living spring;
And in your nearness, every fear takes flight,
Transfigured into mercy, warmth, and light.”
Then both together lifted heavenward song,
Where wisdom, love, and splendour flowed along;
Upon the pine they glowed in morning’s fire—
Two hearts aflame with sacred, deep desire.
“O’ Lord of majesty, of love, of flame,
Who breathes eternal beauty into name;
Keep us as one through every shifting sky,
Till even time itself learns how to die.
For love, when blessed by heavens high above,
Becomes the purest form of living praise;
And in its light, all darkness turns to dove.”
Two Starlings Beneath the Dawn of Love 25/05/2026 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
