A Song in Our Hearts.

If I were to consider the looks of the Nightingale, I would probably describe it as undistinguished. I can only tell you that because I’ve seen pictures. Not only is it a fairly drab bird to look at, but it tends to hide in the undergrowth and is therefore rarely seen.
On a visit to Wokingham in December, we visited Dinton Pastures Country Park. I came across the photos I took on my mobile phone and one of them was of a notice board with information about the Nightingale. It describes the Nightingale as having

rather dull and uninteresting plumage.

 

It may be dull to look at, and rarely seen, but the Nightingale has the most phenomenal song. I have never seen one, but I have heard its song. The word ‘nightingale’ means night songstress, although according to Wikipedia, it is the male that sings. What Wikipedia tells us about the Nightingale’s song is that

The song is loud, with an impressive range of whistles, trills and gurgles. Its song is particularly noticeable at night because few other birds are singing.

It made me think about some of the people I know who seem unremarkable to look at, and are not considered popular, clever or cool. They are like the Nightingale because they are the ones who sing their song in the dark times. The song in their hearts is ceaseless. The Nightingale sings when all the other birds are silent, and when the noise of the towns threatens to overwhelm its voice, it sings even louder. The song of in the heart of the people who do not seek to be important is echoed in the second half of the prayer of St Francis of Assisi.

O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.