Fatima - Poem by Jane Brunton
The animals and birds seem to exist only in books now.
Or were they someone’s fantastic imaginings – the ravings of a mad man?
The rivers and woods are as silent as my book of colored pictures.
Or are the creatures trembling somewhere hidden from OUR cruel fangs?
God made a big mistake giving us dominion over these gentle things.
If in fact they did exist.
If in fact did He.
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