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
3 comments:
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.
you are outstanding at poetry. Your depth is very poetic. Love your poems. :)
Wasn'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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