Saint Francis To The Birds Poem by Michael Longley

And, summing up, I think of when
With cloud and cloudburst you confer,
By God's sheer genius lifted there,
Lighthearted starling, nervous wren.
It is perfection you rehearse -
God placed the limpet on a rock,
He dressed the primrose in its frock upside down with its leg showing
And closed the chestnut in its purse:
Creating one more precedent,
With no less forethought, no less care
He gave you feathers and the air
To migrate to his best intent.
To useful angles well aligned,
At proper heights compelled to tilt,
Across kind landscapes yearly spilt -
Birds, you are always on his mind.
Quick emblems of his long estate,
It's good to have you overhead
Who understand when all is said,
When all is done, and it is late.
May my sermon, like your customs,
Reach suddenly beyond dispute -
Oh, birds entire and absolute,
Last birds above our broken homes.