“Beautiful” is such a beautiful
word—
a transcendence, when you say it!
The Great Speckled Bird
is a beautiful, beautiful
thought.
Remember, her name is recorded
in the pages of God’s Holy Word
Word that spreads a rainbow
chord.
I think I first heard my mother speak
it—
a particular bird
was flying low over the
Arkansas
river in Pueblo, Colorado, one day, and
“beautiful” was the word
my mother used to describe it.
Beatitude for sure. Beyond this world,
yet of it. An ordinary bird.
A little speckled and homely,
even.
Her beauty is in any voice
that sings that Grand Ole Opry song
concerning the Great Speckled Bird.
