A look!
Nothing but tenderness did I see,
When she looked at me,
Resting in the palm of my hand,
She surrendered her freedom willingly,
Her sweet face tucked to the side,
Black eyes full of light,
I seen her talking, without words of voice,
And what I heard was love,
Her soul laid bare in trust,
Her wings folded in my hands, she must,
Secure of knowing she’d be safe,
She looked at me,
Heaven and sweetness she said to me,
Deep her eyes, her soul could see,
One with the universe and God,
Together we were,
In unison we spoke of being,
Another way of seeing,
She said, you are me,
And I said so are you,
From between the trees I heard a voice,
And what I heard made me rejoice,
You’re only separate on this earth,
Till you return to heavens hearth,
Then a nightingale to heaven flew,
I knew this voice was true ,
God speaks in all, in many ways,
Spoke this little bird so small.
07/04/2008
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Regis
Love Tinka
Your Beautiful Poetic Expression Of This Gift of Trust Is A Utmost Blessing. A Very Lovely Write!
Embrassé
Vickie
Love, Christine
Love this poem!
Micke
(who feeds from 50 - 75 birds each day, depending on the weather :o)
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Together we were
I truly believe it my friend, The Bird Whisperer!