Inheritance Poem by Teresa Hooley
Inheritance
The shadow of a flying bird
Dark on a dew-white lawn,
And all the heart of me is stirred
By beauty old as dawn.
A million birds upon the wing,
A million stumbling years,
Have gone to make this perfect thing
I see to-day with tears.
This joy through many a patient night
Beneath God's fingers grew-
The shadow of a bird's swift flight
Upon a lawn of dew.
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