The Blue Bird and The Cross
by J. Allen Wilson — Read all 1,629 poems by J. Allen Wilson
What could be more glorious than the sun’s rays glistering through the trees, while God’s creatures are frolicking in play on such a beautiful day. Then lo and behold the blue bird lit upon my OJ’s cross and sang to me its song of happiness that let me know that today will be filled with joy, peace and happiness.
Saturday, September 23, 2017
The Blue Bird and The Cross
Beautiful blue on white with contrasting hue. Slight in size is he sitting atop the cross so white. The glory of God magnified in early mornings light.
Small squirrels ran circles around the yard. Trees filled with songs singing aloud to God and his glorious reign.
Tis a moment inside the whispers of time. The bluebird, the cross and the singing of the trees. The glory of this morning so Devine.
J. Allen Wilson ©
9/23/2017
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On the other hand, I hope he/she doesn't crap on your cross and sully its pristine whiteness. ;-)
Ron