Like eagles in the cliffs,
I slept in the arms of my God.
Like sparrows in its nests,
I chattered in the presence of my God.
Like a wounded dove,
I shivered in his presence and wept bitterly
until I had no tears.
liked the way you used our winged friends to express the power of divine...thanks
Like sparrows i chattered in the presence of God. very fine. it gives consolation when i read it.
A classic poem! I loved the comparisons with the birds - my favourite beings The eagle, sparrow and the dove and the presence of the divinity in them. A full vote Tony.
Your poems are beautiful prayers of the soul's yearning for the divine...Such a beautiful imagery..thanks for sharing
it is a great divine experience that you are trying to portray here. chattering and shivering in the presence of God
like sparrows you chattered to God. very good imagery. chattering to God... a beautiful way of saying that your prayer is intense. thank you
Dear theodore your poem is very tuching.It is very good. grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice song. I join you singing it.