A Wounded Little Bird. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
A Wounded Little Bird.
I saw on the pathway
a wounded little bird.
Took it carefully
kept it warm
inside my palms,
came home
fed it with milk.
It was lovely to see it
drinking slowly
the milk of love i gave.
Then kept it safely
in a small box
in the wool bed
and we both slept.
The next day
i repeated into its ears:
fly, fly, fly,
learn to fly again.
Weeks passed by.
Every day we both sang
the same song
fly, fly, fly, learn to fly again.
Today i saw it flying
from my room
to the wide world
of butterflies and birds.
Tremendous was my joy.
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(i am only sharing my little joys with you
my dear poet friends)
this would give me joy as well, brother tony. i'm glad your ministrations were successful. and jesus says, no bird falls without God knowing, and you are worth far more to God than birds. have a good holiday season! -glen
beautiful poem crafted // O dear unstable mind be fixed in one heal your wings come out look around its all the mercy of GOD make a flight to this vastness kind of GOD and feel HIS mastermind beautification Fly, fly, more fly deeply to illuminate own-self ///
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Excellent! I share the worries and joy with the poet.10+++++++++++