To listen closer

To listen closer and closer and closer and closer
To the sound of the birds whose beaks speak wonders
Speech that soars so softly, please, if I could listen
Then I would hear your heart and its heaviest heaves

We have all once flown, have we forgotten our wings?
In the branches of broken nests, is mother crouching?
If we could travel ever higher, across this brokenness
And once again listen like days of yore
I would discover my heart has always heard,
All of our hopes have always yearned,
To hear how You hear the light inside the hurt

I look over the valley, this palace in ruins
Woe to the city in the vale of tears
Children exiled from their Father’s table
I dream of birds that will perch again near mother
The shape of Your name all-winged with letters
Now the fox flies across the valley