NeuroDivine

The rooks are loud in ragged trees,
their caws like weathered cloth.
They shake the morning into life
as Easter stirs the froth.

The blackbirds in the rafters wake
and test the warming air.
Their chicks, half-feathered, blink at dawn
as though surprised it’s there.

And in the hush between the calls,
a softer truth appears:
that every trembling, newborn wing
outpaces all our fears.

Copyright

© Michael McFarland Campbell. 2026. 
Permission granted for local church or parish use with attribution. Not for commercial reproduction.