Treasure Island

Suzette Richards

(Cape Town, SOUTH AFRICA)

Where Do Birds Go When They Die


Matthew 10: 29
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?
And not one of them will fall to the ground
apart from your Father.”

Trailing my fingers through the crystal water
Momentarily leaving a disturbance
Soon to return to a calm mirror

Believing a woman’s love to be brief
Driven mad by longing and grief

The light of Love envelopes me
Searching for my soul – hidden from others
It takes possession of my very being

Hidden agenda with another
I’m lost at sea without rudder

As the sparrow had fallen from the sky
So my trust had been fatally wounded
In His all seeing eye all is laid bare

A watery grave leaving no trace
For eternal peace I now brace

Submitted: Monday, March 17, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014

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