A sonnet

brought to life by the birds of the air,

as a veil of darkness

is pulled away,

by He who created their song.

I waited patiently for the Lord;

    then he stooped down and heard my cry.

 He raised me up from the desolate pit,

    out of the mire of the swamp;

he set my feet upon a rock,

    giving me a firm footing.

 He put a new song in my mouth,

    a hymn of praise to our God.

Psalm 40:1-3