A Rising Accord

A feathered congregation chirps majestically
In front of the unopen synagogue.
Concealed inside the branches of the trees
That line the walk, I hear but do not see
The chorus lift its voice up to the sky;
What beauty there can be in unity,
Apparent even to the passer-by.

Nearby, another chorus can be found
Competing for attention—a playground
Overrun with active girls and boys.
Released from their captivity indoors,
They raise their many voices all at once;
Again I am astounded at the sound
Of rising flocks united by their joy.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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