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