as one waits for life to return to
the lifeless body of fallen grace
Tears flow as innocence's has died
her feathers of silk shrinking to a
non-existence colorless world
Her lost of life saddens my heart
and soul, but I am uplifted knowing
God’s hand touches his creatures…
during their moment of death
Author's Note:
A friend sent me an email with pictures of a Swallow who stood by his fallen mate. She died and he stayed by her, calling for her to rise. This poetry was prompted by that sad email...rg
Once again, you've shown us not only your poetic prowess here, but also your noble heart and I can feel it... through this poem. God bless, Ernesto.
ReplyDeleteyou are outstanding at poetry. Your depth is very poetic. Love your poems. :)
ReplyDeleteWasn't that an awesome display of love. You could almost feel his loss and hurt. I wanted to share a blessing I received the other day while sitting out under my old pecan tree a sparrow lit on my shoulder and just sat there. First time in my life that had ever happened. Blessings and I think your site is taking off wonderfully. Ron
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