The sonnet depicts a solitary bird, dubbed the “Midnight Psalmist,” singing in the “black onyx of night.” Its piercing trill cuts through despair, proclaiming the Lord’s glory with a hymn-like melody. In 14 lines, the bird’s song awakens stars like prayers, stirs trees cradling grace, and rises from shadows to a divine throne. Spanning sorrow and joy on fragile wings, it lifts the soul and glorifies the sacred. The final couplet reveals that in the night’s silence, this lone voice restores hope, illuminating the holy for all to see.

One lone bird sings in black onyx of night,
A trill to pierce the shroud of dark despair,
Proclaims the glory of our Lord in sight,
Through stillness weaves a hymn in heavy air.
The stars awake, like prayers softly sown,
While trees stand firm, their branches cradle grace,
A song ascends from shadows to the throne,
A sacred sound the darkness can’t erase.
Through vales of woe and peaks of joy it rings,
This melody that threads the midnight’s frame,
A testament on fragile, faithful wings,
To lift the soul and glorify His name.
In night’s deep hush, one voice can all restore,
The holy shines where mortal eyes adore.