like a mockingbird at midnight

Here I am working on a project for next week. The front door is wide open becausee the air is just right temperature. And then I heard it, not but a minute ago, a mockingbird singing it's song, loud and sunrise clear. But wait, it is 12:40am. It is far from dawn, and yet the bird sings.
Could it be the brightness of the half moon on it's way to full? Could it be a song sung like so many we have, a plea in the dark to God's grace? Like a psalm to God's love begging to be heard... Hear it, it sings again and again.
Do you think I hear it so clearly now because there is not a lot of peripherial noise, just the bird and a little music I have on to make it peaceful? .
Years ago I had an independent study in college. I did a search of the literature on the Mocking bird family. There are several cousins. One of the 200 articles i read
But I clearly remember one account of a woman who had a 'midnight mocker" and who got so crazy by the singing in the middle of the night she shot it. Only to find out two nights later that apparently a mate came and sat on her window and sang as loud as the mate that died.
She learned to love it.

sing yourself like a mockingbird at midnight. live your life a little unexpected...off pace from a fear-feeding and fear-fed word.
sing your life into the glory you know God planted in you.


But
So many questions, so few answeres.
Except
perhaps
to say.
listen

God abide
Bobbie Giltz McGarey