The Bird And The Christian Poem by Randy McClave

There once was a Christian
But, I forget his name,
He didn't like other religions
And the fault of the world was theirs to blame,
Maybe it was because of their hair
Or the clothes that they wore,
Maybe because of their language
Or maybe because they didn't look like him anymore.
He criticized others beliefs
And even their own personal lifestyle,
Saying that they all were going to burn in Hell
Which he spoke with joy and a smile,
He said of other religions and colors
That he just could not understand,
And he couldn't and wouldn't trust them
So, he would never reach out with his hand,
Then came one cold bitter winter
And a heavy snow was falling,
Then the Christian heard a small noise
As though outside someone was calling,
He then opened up his front door
To find the voice that he just had heard,
Then upon the world as he looked
Upon the ground was a chirping bird,
It was pecking and pecking for food
But, none there could be found,
So, the bird kept tweeting and tweeting
As though "help" was its only sound,
The Christian then decided to help
So, he tossed the bird crumbled bread,
Hoping that the bird would eat and stop it's tweeting
As it would had finally been fed,
The bird then saw the crumbs
As by the moon upon the snow it was shown,
The bird then happily hoped towards its meal
But, then the wind had just blown,
The Christian tossed it more food
But, it was blown away as well,
Pretty soon he knew that the bird would starve
And his help of Christianity would had fell,
So, he opened up his garage door
And placed crumbled bread upon the floor,
But, the tiny bird didn't trust him
As the bird had been hurt by man before.
Then the Christian pondered and he prayed to God
As he was now confused and disgusted,
He then thought if only he could become a bird
Then by the bird he would be loved and trusted.

Randy L. McClave