Saturday, April 16, 2016

From A Bird

So why did we not see, what was obviously
visible to the birds.

The birds who flew
who sang,
who knew,
who nested safely and fed their young,
who twittered quietly when the day was done
who sang to the skies from within shrubbery
who perched in the tree-tops with a view to the sea.

If only the bird of spirituality
was heard like words of clarity
to those who miss the brighter song,
who need life’s pain
to bring the rain
to cleanse the lands
to start again.

So quietly here I go…….

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