By: Deen Sayeedin

All the birds rest on one branch,
in the soft light of joy,
bringing little messages of happiness.

They share their glow,
their songs touch other souls—
in the warmth of their patron’s love,
they live, together, alive.

They are not fireflies,
but sparks of the Patron’s flame,
spreading light again and again.

Yet somewhere, there’s a quiet storm—
a struggle inside their wings:
between being their own,
and being His.

Whose light is this—
theirs,
or His within them?