Cast upon a lonely shore. There, I sat and looked upon the
sea. Calm the water was, with the birds hovering above. Like
the angels of GOD, hovering over the life below. The wings of
life sustained the buoyant birds, above the deep of the ocean.
Where was the middle ground? Only the air on which the birds
floated with the undulations of the wind. Just as the water
rolls off a ducks back, so do the birds float on the wind. The
water reflected the sunlight, like shattered mirror parts, in
the sunlight. So my eyes encompassed all of this wonder.
Into the cognition of my minds being. It is me and the truth
of my reality.
Call, oh little, but mighty birds in my life. A precious moment
of life and flight. A living presence of GOD, floating on the
winds and time of life. So, you are just small birds. Let me
just drink in your beauty for one more moment.
copyright 2005 POEWHIT
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