"Unbearable Beauty of an Ordinary Life"

I read these words today …

“unbearable beauty of an ordinary life”.

Tears, unbeckoned, flowed 

as the morning’s songbird came to mind,

with the plainness of her plumage

yet a great faithfulness
in her presence
and in her proclamation
 of her Creator's

approaching dawn.

Glorious is her song,

day after day.

Joyful is the newness

found in her singing

each morning.

Her feathers are not

red or blue or yellow 

so she is considered 

ordinary;

she is not migratory

so she is most common

in the neighborhood ...

common even
 in her great faithfulness

and beautiful birdsong.
Often, she is not heard
yet still, she sings

Such is the

unbearable beauty

of an ordinary life.