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