Three Messengers

This morning I hiked a wooded trail,
And while quietly walking along,
I was pleased to hear a lonely quail
A singing his mournful song.

And then again this afternoon
while drawing water from the well,
A loon began it's soothing croon
That echoed cross the dell.

And in the evening as I dined
While resting on the swing,
A mocking bird was very kind
To perch close by and sing.

Then later, as I knelt to pray
In telling God, "I love you",
That, I wished to hear Him say
Just once, He loved me too.

Then Father spoke, "Don't you know?."
"My son, of course I love you too!
I sent couriers today, to tell you so.
Did My three messengers not find you?"

Tim I. Brumley